The Distant Garden

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You hold the bone in your hand. It is white. It is smooth. It is the radius of your own left arm, severed at the elbow and kept in a jar of formaldehyde that sits on the desk before you. You have been a Warden for forty years. You have never been so still. The room is small. It smells of damp stone and old blood. The walls are thick. They are made of the same limestone as the church three...

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