The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s tunic, turning the heavy fabric into a damp, leaden shroud. He stood at the edge of the clearing, where the ancient oaks of the Ashwood Forest gave way to the manicured, impossible geometry of the King’s Garden. It was not a garden in the way one understood soil and seed; it was a...

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