The Distant Summer
Elias Thorne’s thumb pressed down on the white tablet, and it crumbled into a fine, chalky dust that spilled over the edge of the stainless steel mortar. The sound was dry, like a bone snapping in a quiet room, and it made him flinch, a sharp, involuntary jerk that sent a ripple of vertigo through his neck. He stared at the powder, watching the motes settle on the grey linoleum, and felt the...
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