The Distant Garden

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You are a man of the law, a keeper of the peace in a land that has forgotten how to be peaceful, and you are currently kneeling in the mud of a road that does not appear on any map. The rain is not falling; it is hanging in the air, a fine, cold mist that soaks through your wool coat and settles into the marrow of your bones. You are holding a bird. It is a wren, no larger than your fist, and...

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