The Distant Summer
Chapter One The terrace country stretched out under the drying wind that split the fruit, a landscape of landslide scars and white limestone where twenty-three of the Old Brick kilns stood silent and empty. In the shadow of the great house, the estate banquet roared with the clatter of silver and the low hum of a hundred conversations, a social machinery grinding against the heat. Chantal...
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