The Distant Summer

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The brass key hung heavy in my palm, its teeth worn smooth by twenty years of turning, the metal cold and slick with the condensation of the night. I held it up to the lamplight of my kitchen, watching the shadows play across the intricate cut of the lock, a small, bright object that felt suddenly alien in my grip. I am Elias Thorne, constable of Oakhaven, and I am forty-five years old, though...

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