The Distant Garden

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The hand was gone. I woke with the phantom weight of it, a heavy stone pressing against my left palm, but when I opened my eyes, the air was empty. I lay still. The sheet was cool. I reached for the missing part. There was only skin. Smooth. Unbroken. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a translator of dead tongues. I live in a city that smells of rain and old iron. I am not a man who lies. I am a...

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