The Distant Garden
The moss in my desk drawer was the size of a thumbnail when I arrived at my office at six in the morning. By the time the rain began to streak the windows of the Ministry of Internal Order, it had spread to cover the bottom of the drawer, a vibrant, wet green that smelled of deep earth and rot. I am Elias Thorne, a senior adjudicator, and I am here to save my daughter Clara, who is currently...
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