The Distant Garden
The train did not stop at the station where the letter said it would, but continued to rattle through the grey, rain-slicked valley, carrying Elias Thorne toward a destination that felt less like a place and more like a verdict. He was a man who had spent his life assembling the broken fragments of other people’s lives, a private investigator by trade, though his office in the crumbling brick...
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