The Distant Garden

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The wind did not howl; it screamed, a high, thin note that drilled into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He was pinned against the wet shale of the cliff edge, the drop below a churning abyss of grey foam and black rock. The rain was not water but a physical assault, cold needles piercing the fabric of his uniform, soaking through to the skin. In his left hand, he clutched a single, brittle...

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