The Distant Garden

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The silver locket was not merely jewelry; it was a fracture line in the smooth, grey surface of my life, a shard of the only thing that had ever felt whole. I stood in the anteroom of the Oakhaven Precinct, the air thick with the smell of stale tobacco and wet wool, watching Chief Inspector Vance pick up the small, oval chain with the casual disdain of a man handling a dead insect. Vance was a...

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