The Distant Summer
Chapter One The heat in the library was a physical weight, pressing against the back of my neck before the storm even broke. I had been an indentured servant for three years, my contract signed in ink that smelled of iron, and I had never seen a mirror lie so plainly. It hung above the desk where the census taker used to sit, a tall, oval slab of glass that reflected my face a full second...
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