The Distant Summer

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Struan MacBain’s fingers were black with graphite, the dust of the archive settling into the whorls of his thumb as he aligned the ledger. He was thirty-two, a junior archivist in the shadow of the Imperial Court, and the light in the room was the pale, bruised grey of a sky that refused to rain. On his desk sat a loaf of sour bread, its crust cracked and weeping a smell that was half rot, half...

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