The Distant Garden
You wake in the grey light of the library, the air thick with the scent of dust and decaying vellum. The city outside is a muffled roar of bells and hooves, a medieval heartbeat thudding against the stone walls of your institution. You are Dr. Elias Thorne, a scholar of minor renown, possessed of a mind that sees too much and a spirit that feels too little. You hold in your hands the key to the...
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