The Distant Summer

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The tie was fraying. It hung around Elias’s neck, a limp strip of dark wool that smelled of stale coffee and expensive cologne, a relic of a man who had once commanded the boardroom before the silence took him. Elias, twelve years old and sharp-featured, stood in the corner of the glass-walled conference room, watching the auditors. They were men in gray suits who spoke in numbers, their voices...

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