The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall of the Department of Anomalous Assets smells of roasted pheasant and old varnish. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and you are eating the liver while the other auditors argue about zoning laws. You want the Garden. It is a sealed medieval estate that appears on no map, humming with a frequency only you can hear. The uncanny rule is simple: the Garden exists only when observed...

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