The Distant Summer
What does a man owe when the ledger is empty but the debt remains? Ursula Arnold stood at the mouth of the distillery, her hands raw from hauling crates of grain, watching the tide pull the mud from the shore. The wind off the North Sea was a physical thing, a heavy hand pressing against her chest, and the crop was pledged twice, which meant that if the winter storms broke before the new lens...
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