The Distant Summer
The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it seeped up from the porous limestone, a thick, mineral damp that settled into the joints of Elias Thorne’s knees and the creases of his collar before he had even finished unloading the surveying equipment from his truck. He stood before the skeletal remains of St. Jude’s Chapel, a structure that had been condemned for structural instability for...
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