The Distant Garden

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The mirror was cracked. I saw it before the guards did. A thin, white vein running from the glass’s upper left corner to the bottom right. It looked like a lightning strike frozen in time. I reached out. My finger traced the fracture. It was cold. My name is Arthur. I am a seeker of broken things. Or so the court believed. They sent me to the high tower to find the source of the silence. The...

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