The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall so much as it persisted, a grey, wet static that coated the cobblestones of the lower district in a film of slick, reflective mud, turning the narrow alleyways into mirrors that showed not the sky, but the fractured, inverted reflections of the crumbling stone arches overhead, where the moss grew thick and black like the bruises on old skin. Marguerite held the hem of her...

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