The Distant Garden

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The rain fell like a verdict. It struck the wet asphalt of the alley with the persistence of a debt collector. Elias stood beneath the awning of the closed laundromat, his shoulders hunched against the chill. In his hands, he held the object. It was a brass astrolabe. Or perhaps a compass. The distinction had blurred days ago. The metal was warm. It should have been cold. It was not. Elias...

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