The Distant Summer

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The bell above the gatehouse rang three times, a sharp, brassy shriek that cut through the humid air of the courtyard. "Captain Ashworth! The Chief Magistrate demands your presence. Now." I wiped my hands on my leather apron, the hide stiff and creaking with the dust of the lower city, and looked toward the keep. The air here in the quarantine zone did not smell of rot, as one might expect, but...

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