The Distant Summer

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Thorne. The word hung in the air, sharp and singular, called out by the wind through the broken vent of the Kestrel Institute greenhouse. Elias Thorne did not turn. He was already inside the glasshouse, his boots sinking into the damp, rotting mulch that had replaced the sterile gravel of his old laboratory. The smell hit him before his eyes adjusted: a thick, cloying sweetness, like overripe...

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