The Distant Summer

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Act I "You’re late," the foreman said, spitting tobacco into the gutter. "The boat leaves at noon." Lois Cranfield wiped her hands on her apron, the motion sharp and final. She stood in the doorway of the cabin, the air heavy with damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of the canal water lapping against the hull. Inside, the gas ring hissed, a small, angry sound in the quiet. The light of the...

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