The Distant Garden

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The ink on your fingers is not ink. It is the residue of the names you have stolen, the black smear of identities you wore like ill-fitting coats in the markets of the Old Quarter, the places where the fog rolls off the river and tastes of iron and old pennies. You are walking now, deep into the Thicket, that ancient, gnarled place where the trees grow so close together they seem to whisper a...

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