The Distant Summer

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I. I remember the smell of the greenish light before the hailstorm hit, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat like old pennies. It was the day my father returned, carrying a claim on the house and a ledger bound in green cloth that wept sap. I was thirty-two, a telegraph boy grown old in the service of the village cooperative, and I wanted only to clear my mother’s debts. What stood...

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