The Distant Garden

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The rain does not fall here; it hangs in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smells of wet slate and old iron. You stand on the corner of Ashworth and 4th, your hand resting on the cold steel of your sidearm, not because you fear the man in front of you, but because the weight of it is the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth. The man, a figure in a uniform that looks too large for his...

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