The Distant Garden
The iron gate did not open so much as it surrendered, a grinding shriek of metal on metal that tore through the humid air of the courtyard, signaling the arrival of Captain Silas Thorne, a man whose uniform was stiff with the dust of the road and whose eyes were fixed on a point just above the horizon where the sky seemed to bleed into the stone of the palace walls. He was not here for the...
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