The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old market square. It was the kind of weather that made joints ache and spirits damp, a texture of silence that pressed against the eaves of the shop. "Are you certain," said Elias Thorne, wiping his spectacles with a handkerchief that had long since lost its white, "that...

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