The Distant Garden

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2026-08-21 10:18:09 -

The letter arrived on a morning of grey, suspended rain, the ink bleeding into the thick, cream-colored paper with a slow, viscous patience that seemed to mock the urgency of the words contained within. I read it in the courtyard, where the stone benches were slick with moss and the air smelled of wet limestone and ancient decay. It was from the High Chancery, written in the cramped, angular...

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