The Distant Garden
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the village of Oakhaven, blurring the line between the earth and the sky until the two became a single, indeterminate void. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the muddy track, his boots sinking into the soft, yielding ground, feeling the cold seep through the leather and into the bone of his feet....
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