The Distant Summer
Chapter One Marceline Ortego remembered the silence before the stamp came down, a vacuum that sucked the air from her lungs. She stood in the queue at the venereal clinic, the smell of iodine and damp wool hanging heavy in the January thaw, watching the harbor master’s boat cut a white scar across the water. The rival vessel was working the same water, its engine a low, grinding hum that...
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