The Distant Summer

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The bell rang for the last shift, and the sound hung in the air like a wire that had snapped. I am Clifford Layton, or at least I was, before the auction. I remember the cold in my hands, the damp that seeped through my coat and settled in my bones, a physical weight that made every step toward the archive office feel like wading through sludge. I was twenty-four, a junior archivist in a world...

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