The Distant Garden

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The ink on the contract was still wet, smelling of iron and crushed berries, when Elias Thorne realized that he had signed away his own shadow, a fact that the notary, a man with eyes like polished buttons, seemed to find merely a clerical irregularity rather than a metaphysical catastrophe. They were sitting in the study of the Grand Hotel, a place where the wallpaper peeled in long, dry...

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