The Distant Garden

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The fire started in the roots. It was not a bright fire. It was a dark, wet thing. It smelled of rot and old iron. The village of Oakhaven woke to the smoke. I woke to the smell. My shop was closed. The shutters were down. The world outside was gray. I am Elias Thorne. I am a tanner. I work with skins. I make leather. I have done this for forty years. My hands are stained black. They are stiff....

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