The Distant Garden

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You stand in the hall. It is cold. The stone bites your feet. You are the Archivist. You have been the Archivist for ten years. No one remembers why. The Crown does not care. The Crown cares about the weight. The weight of the gold. The weight of the law. The weight of the silence. Your hands shake. They are thin. They are dry. They look like twigs. You are looking for the Mirror. It is not a...

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