The Distant Garden

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The sky broke open at dawn. Not with rain. With iron. Silent flakes of rust and slag drifted down over the valley. They landed on the grass like dead leaves. But they were hot. They sizzled. The air smelled of burnt copper. Thomas stood on the ridge. He watched. He was a man of the law. Or he had been. Before the world changed. Now he was just a watcher. A keeper of the line. Below, in the town...

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