The Distant Garden

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The door is closed. You are in the antechamber of the White House. The air smells of lemon polish and stale fear. You stand with your back to the heavy oak. Your hands are fists at your sides. Your knuckles are white. You are a warrior here. Not a soldier. A warrior. There is a difference. You know the difference. You have always known it. "Mr. Thorne?" The voice is high. Thin. It comes from...

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