The Distant Summer

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I was scraping the rust off the hull when the wind shifted, and the sound of the sand pouring from the children’s shoes stopped. It was a sudden silence, the kind that makes your ears ring. I looked up, my hands still wet with the sludge, and saw the Guild Master standing at the edge of the dock. He hadn’t aged in thirty years, his face a smooth, unlined mask that didn’t match the weathered...

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