The Distant Summer

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Chapter One I was scrubbing the floor when the spoon began to hum. It sat in my palm, my mother’s silver, worn thin at the bowl. The scent of vinegar and damp plaster filled the cellar. I looked up. Dom Henrique stood in the doorway, his coat dripping rain onto the stone. "Give it up, Custodia," he said. His voice was flat, like a stone dropped in water. I tightened my grip. The hum grew...

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