The Distant Garden

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The brass cage sat on the table like a wound that refused to close, its intricate latticework catching the grey light of the factory floor in a way that seemed almost alive, pulsing with a cold, metallic hunger. Elias Thorne did not look at the cage. He looked at the clock. The clock was the only honest thing in the room, ticking away the seconds with a mechanical indifference that Elias found...

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