The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and old wood, a heavy, suffocating scent that seemed to coat the back of the throat. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the head of a long oak table, his uniform pressed to a mirror shine, the brass buttons catching the amber light of the chandeliers above. He was fifty-four years old, a man carved from granite and routine, yet his hands, resting flat on the...

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