The Distant Garden

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The rain tapped against the glass. It was a rhythmic, insistent tapping. Sergeant Elias Thorne watched the water bead and slide. He sat in the corner of the holding cell. The concrete was cold. It seeped through his trousers. He did not shiver. His body had forgotten how to shiver. A wisteria vine had been planted in the courtyard outside. It was old. Its bark was rough and gray. It twisted...

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