The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear. Elias Thorne stood on the edge of the plaza, his coat wet, his mind a static-filled radio channel trying to find a frequency that no longer existed. He was a man built for order, for the rigid architecture of law, yet for the past three days, the architecture...

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