The Distant Garden
You are bleeding, a bright, hot river of crimson sliding down your temple to mix with the rain on the cobblestones, and the world has narrowed down to the single, grinding point where your boot meets the chest of the man who has just tried to kill you, a man named Lord Arthur Vane who wears his cruelty like a tailored suit, smooth and expensive and utterly devoid of the human shiver that should...
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