The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall. It hammered. Corporal Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room. The room was small. The walls were white. The air was thick. It smelled of wet wool and ozone. A wedding dress hung in the corner. It was white. It was pristine. It was not a dress. It was a shroud for a ghost that had never been born. Elias looked at his hands. They were steady. He was a man of the law....

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