The Distant Garden

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You dream of the lattice. It is iron. Black. Rusted. You are in the garden. The air is thick. It smells of wet stone and decay. You know the rules. You know the penalty. You are the outsider. You are the thief. This is the dream. The dream is your house. You wake in the cellar. The stone is cold. It presses against your back. The air is stale. You are in Whitmore. Whitmore is a town of...

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