The Distant Garden
The rain fell on the roof of the chapel. It was a thin, cold rain. It had been falling for three days. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window. He looked at the village below. The fog was thick. It swallowed the fields. It swallowed the houses. It swallowed the sound of the world. Elias adjusted his uniform. The buttons were brass. They were cold against his chest. He felt the weight of the...
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