The Distant Summer

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The coughing started before the bell did. It was a wet, tearing sound that seemed to come from the very stones of the room, a rhythm that had replaced the steady beat of my own heart. I stood by the window, watching the sleet lash against the glass, my hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the vial in my pocket. It was empty now, having held only the promise of a cure, a black...

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