The Distant Summer

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The brass key in your pocket is cold. It has been cold since you found it in the dead man’s coat three days ago, a cold that seeps through the wool of your trousers and settles in the base of your spine. You are Elias Thorne, and you are forty-two years old, though your hands look like they belong to a man of seventy. The tweezers tremble in your grip, a fine, rapid vibration that makes the...

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