The Distant Summer

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The brass astrolabe sat on the mahogany desk, its surface catching the late afternoon light in a way that felt almost accusatory, and Elias Thorne moved his chamois cloth over the intricate engravings with a rhythm that was less like care and more like penance. He was fifty years old, a headmaster for three decades at St. Jude’s Academy, a place where the stone walls seemed to breathe with the...

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