The Distant Garden

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The cellar was damp, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and old iron. Elias Thorne sat on a stool that groaned under his weight, his hands trembling as he held the bowl. It was a simple vessel, clay fired to a dark, unglazed brown, but to Elias, it was the entirety of his existence. He had spent forty years in this basement, beneath the manor house of his employer, Lord Ashworth, seeking...

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