The Distant Garden

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The rain hits the flagstones with a rhythmic, hollow percussion that vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, a cold, wet drumbeat that seems to come from the earth itself. You stand in the courtyard of the Ashworth estate, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and decaying leaves, clutching a ledger to your chest as if it were a shield against the storm. The ledger is soaked, the ink...

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