The Distant Garden

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The rain fell on the estate of Silas Vane not as water, but as a grey, industrial mist that clung to the brickwork and seeped into the joints of the foundation. It was a damp that had no end, a constant, low-frequency hum of decay that Silas had come to associate with the weight of his own uniform. He stood at the threshold of the manor house, his boots heavy with the mud of the lower fields,...

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