The Distant Garden
The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a fine, metallic mist that settled on the shoulders of Sergeant Elias Thorne like a shroud woven from static and grief. He stood at the edge of the municipal boundary, where the paved roads of Oakhaven dissolved into the jagged, uncultivated sprawl of the Periphery, his boots sinking into mud that smelled of ozone and turned earth. The task was...
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