The Distant Summer

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The basement of the municipal records office smelled of damp plaster and old paper, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow decay of his own integrity, and as he stood there, his hands trembling around the water-damaged ledger, the air felt thick with a silence that was less an absence of sound and more a physical weight pressing against his eardrums. Mrs. Gable stood over...

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