The Distant Garden

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The train did not so much arrive as it settled into the mud of the terminus with a groan that seemed to come from the very bones of the earth, shaking the loose fillings in Thomas Whitmore’s mouth and rattling the rusted gates of the old industrial district where the air tasted of copper, wet ash, and the distinct, metallic tang of imminent decay. He stood on the platform, his uniform buttoned...

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