The Distant Garden

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The rain fell in sheets. Thick, cold, relentless. It struck the cobblestones with a sound like breaking bones. Silas stood in the mud. He held his hat low. The brim was soaked. The water ran down his neck. He shivered. Not from the cold. From the fear. The building loomed above him. The Hall of Whispers. That is what the locals called it. It was the seat of the Magistrate. High walls. Dark...

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