The Distant Garden

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The dream did not wake him so much as it refused to let him leave. It began in the marrow, a cold, liquid sensation that spread from the center of Elias’s chest outward to his fingertips, where the skin had turned the color of old parchment, brittle and translucent. He was standing in the courtyard of the Abbey, though the Abbey was no longer built of stone but of a pale, pulsing flesh that...

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