The Distant Garden

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The year was 1348, and the air in the workshop smelled of lanolin and old sweat. Elias, a master weaver of forty years, stood before his loom, his hands trembling not from age but from a peculiar, light-headedness that had settled in his bones like a fine dust. He was packing the last of the wool bales into the cart, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the distant garden estate lay, a place of...

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