The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 09:59:49 -

The hall smelled of stale wine and expensive wool. Elias stood by the window. He watched the rain hit the glass. It was a Tuesday. Or a Wednesday. It did not matter. The calendar was a paper tiger here. He was a man who built things. Small, precise things. Gears for watches. Cogs for clocks. He liked the click of the teeth meshing. It was honest. Here, everything was loose. The room was full of...

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