The Distant Garden

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The gate did not open because the key turned in the lock, but because the brass handle, worn smooth by centuries of anxious hands, finally surrendered to the weight of the morning mist. Sir Alistair Thorne stood before it, his hand still resting on the iron, feeling the cold metal bite into his palm like a warning that had been delayed for too long. Behind him, the corridor of the Ministry of...

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