The Distant Garden

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The script started in my left eye, a faint, golden vein that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. It was beautiful, really, a filigree of light against the iris, but it hurt. It hurt like a splinter of glass worked deep into the optic nerve, a constant, low-grade ache that made the fluorescent lights of the Ministry of Records feel like burning coals. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior...

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