The Distant Garden

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The iron bowl shattered on the stone floor. It was a small sound. A sharp crack. Then a silence that felt heavy. Thomas stood in the center of the hall. The shards scattered like dark teeth. He looked at his hands. They were still shaking. The bowl had been his father’s. It had been his grandfather’s before that. Now it was pieces. The hall was cold. The air smelled of damp wool and old blood....

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