The Distant Garden

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The coat was not merely a garment; it was a cage of woven silver thread that had been spun from the hair of a thousand forgotten saints. It sat upon my shoulders with the weight of a verdict, seamless and cold, absorbing the warmth of my body and returning only a faint, metallic chill. I stood in the center of the Grand Hall of the Institute for Chronological Preservation, a vast, vaulted room...

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