The Distant Garden

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The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, a low, dying moan that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Thomas Ashworth’s bones. He stepped onto the platform, his boots striking the concrete with a dull, rhythmic thud, heavy as a judge’s gavel. The air here was thick, not with the dry dust of the borderlands he had left behind, but with the wet, cloying scent of decay and iron. It was a smell...

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