The Distant Summer

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Do you remember the weight of a wool collar when it is wet? Chapter One The air in the cell tasted of iron and old sweat. I was thirty-two years old, and my hands were already shaking, a tremor so fine I had to press my knuckles into my thigh to stop it. Somchai sat on the straw pallet, his face a mask of grey defiance, refusing the spoon I held. I was Nid Kaewkla, warden of this section, and...

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