The Distant Garden

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The first thing Arthur Vane knew was the sound of the leaves tearing. It was not a rustle, but a wet, fibrous rip, like the peeling of a bruised peach. He stood in the center of the lecture hall, a room so ancient its walls seemed to breathe with the dust of centuries, and he felt his own fingers dissolve into the air. There was no pain, only a sudden, terrifying lightness, as if the gravity...

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