The Distant Summer

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The brass key was cold, slick with the condensation of the train’s interior, and it sat in your palm like a small, dead bird. You held it up to the grey light filtering through the window, turning it over to check the teeth, a nervous habit you had not broken in twelve years of service. Outside, the platform at Harrowgate was emptying, the steam from the locomotive hissing as it dissipated into...

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