The Distant Garden

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In the dream, the iron fence did not end; it spiraled inward, a cold helix of rust and wire that tightened around the lungs of the city, until the sky itself seemed to be a bruise held down by the weight of the streetlamps. Arthur Penhaligon woke with the taste of copper on his tongue, the metallic tang of old blood and colder iron, and knew, with a certainty that felt older than his bones,...

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