The Distant Garden

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The rain had not stopped for three days, slicking the cobblestones of the inner court until they gleamed like wet obsidian. Thomas stood before his father, the High Gardener, his small hands clasped tight to keep the cold from biting into his bones. He was twelve, a scribe’s apprentice with ink-stained fingers, and he wanted only one thing to prove he was no longer a boy. "One red rose," Thomas...

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