The Distant Garden

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The fog did not roll in; it erupted, a sudden, violent exhalation from the black water that swallowed the riverbank in a single, suffocating breath. Elias Vane stood at the prow of the skiff, his knuckles white against the oarlocks, watching the mist devour the world he had spent three years trying to escape. The air tasted of iron and rot, the metallic tang of the industrial sludge that seeped...

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