The Distant Garden
The bread was the first thing to go, followed by the salt, and then, with a silence that felt heavier than the stones of the courtyard, the trust. Captain Elias Thorne sat alone in the center of the abandoned granary, his hands resting on his knees, feeling the rough weave of his tunic against the skin. He was a man of the Iron Watch, a keeper of the old laws, and in his possession was a loaf...
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