The Distant Garden

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The air in the library’s deepest alcove smelled of foxed paper and the peculiar, metallic tang of old ink, a scent that had long ago ceased to be merely olfactory for Dr. Arthur Penhaligon and had instead become a physical weight pressing against the inside of his skull. He sat hunched over a lectern that groaned under the weight of three separate folios, his fingers, stained a permanent ochre...

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