The Distant Summer

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The cutting was finished by noon, Arthur Vane said, wiping a smear of green sap from his forehead with a rag that had once been white, but the shadows in the thorns were still whispering, and Thomas Bradshaw, the laborer, looked at the darkening edge of the marsh with a fear that was not theatrical, but the kind of fear that settles in the gut like a stone. Arthur, thirty-two years old and...

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