The Distant Summer

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"You’re late." The steward’s voice cut through the humid air of the workshop. I was still wiping the acid off the copper plate, my hands trembling so badly the rag slipped into the drain. It was the summer solstice. The sun was high enough to bleach the dust motes dancing in the beam that fell from the high window. I looked at the clock. Two minutes past noon. The Duke’s commission was due....

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