The Distant Garden

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The ink moves. I watch it crawl across the vellum like a black spider, spreading from the corner of page four. My hands are steady. I am Thomas, twelve years old, and I am the Bishop’s apprentice. I want to finish this copy of the *Garden of Souls* before vespers. The Bishop is impatient. He likes his texts clean, his margins white, his history silent. But the ink is not silent. It drips. It...

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