The Distant Summer

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The fog does not roll in; it seeps, a cold, gray breath that erodes the edges of the world until you cannot tell where the sea ends and the land begins. You are Elias, thirty-four, a border patrol officer, and your hands are shaking as you tighten the lashing on the lighthouse door. You want this post. You want the permanent assignment, the steady paycheck, the quiet safety of the stone tower...

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