The Distant Summer

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The sugar glass is for the nerves, Mr. Blackwood said, his voice smooth as the oiled hinges of the office door, but Clara had already calculated the cost of the silence he was trying to buy with a confection. It was a small, brittle cube, sweet and pale, resting on the mahogany desk like a tooth extracted from a dead man’s jaw. She did not take it. She stood in the center of the room, the smell...

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