The Distant Garden

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The gate was locked, naturally, which was the first thing Thomas Bradshaw noticed as he stood on the muddy verge of the A47, his breath hanging in the cold November air like a ghost that had forgotten how to leave, and he thought to himself, with that peculiar, detached amusement that had become his only companion in the last three weeks, that it was rather absurd to be standing before the only...

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