The Distant Summer
The letter from the county registry lay on the floorboards, its crisp white paper a stark, offensive contrast to the grime that coated the attic walls of the Thorne estate. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers trembling not from the cold, though the draft was sharp enough to bite through his wool coat, but from the weight of the finality contained within those few lines of bureaucratic ink....
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