The Distant Summer

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I Niamh Tuohey’s fingers were already stained with the green residue of the hydroponic slurry when she reached the window, wiping the condensation from the glass with a rag that had long since lost its whiteness. She needed the pension file, the one stamped with her late husband’s name, before the deadline that had arrived three days ago, yet the clock on the wall ticked backward, a soft,...

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