The Distant Summer
Ailsa MacAskill, twenty-four, arrived in Glasgow on a Tuesday with nothing but a suitcase and the address of a basement that no longer existed on any map. I had come to find my brother, Callum, who had vanished three years ago, leaving behind only a half-packed bag and a silence that felt heavier than the stone walls of our mother’s house. I needed him back to settle the estate; the lawyer’s...
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