The Distant Garden

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The mud on the boots of Sergeant Major Elias Thorne was not merely dirt. It was a history. It was the packed earth of three centuries of quiet dread, clinging to the leather like a second skin, heavy and cold. He walked the perimeter of the village, his rifle slung low, the wood worn smooth by the hands of his father and grandfather before him. The village of Oakhaven sat in a bowl of hills, a...

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