The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, grey breath that settled into the cobblestones of the old city square where Elias Thorne stood with his back against the damp stone of the fountain, holding the brass compass not as a tool of navigation but as a talisman against the dissolution of his own mind, his fingers wrapped so tightly around the cold metal that the...

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