The Distant Summer

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The ink on the transfer form was still wet, a dark smear against the cream paper that Elara Vane held with fingers that trembled not from cold, but from the effort of keeping them still. She sat in the office of Principal Halloway, a room that smelled of pipe tobacco and the stale, dusty heat of the coal stove, and she waited for him to speak. The clock on the wall ticked with a mechanical...

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