The Distant Garden

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The mist did not roll in; it erupted, a white violence that swallowed the border post in a single, suffocating breath. I am Silas Vane, forty-two years old, a warden of the Aethelgard line, and I have three days before my heart gives out. My brother’s final letter is in my breast pocket, a folded square of paper that weighs more than the rifle on my back. I must cross the Shifting Path to...

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