The Distant Summer

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Act I Eugene Patin scrubbed the soot from the boiler gauge with a rag that had already turned black, his knuckles white against the cold iron of the retraining center’s basement, where the heat rose in wet, heavy waves that smelled of rust and old oil. He was twelve years old, a clerk’s son in a town where the winter had come early and brutal, and he held in his other hand a page of paper that...

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