The Distant Garden

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The train smelled of rust and damp wool. It rattled over the iron tracks like a bone breaking in the dark. Calum Vane sat by the window. The glass was cold against his forehead. He watched the fields blur past. Gray. Endless. Dead. He was not a man who traveled light. He carried a case. It was heavy. It hummed. Inside the case was the source. The thing that made the town of Oakhaven sick. The...

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