The Distant Garden

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The air in the Archive did not smell of dust, as one might expect from a repository of forgotten things, but rather of damp yeast and the sharp, metallic tang of old pennies, a scent that clung to the wool of Arthur Penhaligon’s tweed jacket and seemed to permeate the very fibers of his soul. He had been appointed Keeper of the Resonant Records three days prior, a position of such obscure...

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