The Distant Summer

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Chapter One Could a man breathe if his lungs were made of wet clay? Carl Muncy woke at fifty-eight of Corvid Lane with the taste of silt in his mouth, the recurring dream leaving him gasping for air that felt too thick to pull. He was thirty-two, a clerk at the Pacific Northwest Auto Exchange, and the mortgage on his home was underwater, a debt that seemed to settle deeper into his bones with...

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