The Distant Garden

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell upon the soot-blackened streets of Ashworth with a persistence that felt personal. "Are you warm?" Thomas spoke to the small figure curled in the corner of the carriage. The boy did not answer. He held his breath. "Thomas." The man’s voice was thin. It stretched over the wet wood of the floorboards. It stretched over the smell of coal and old...

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