The Distant Garden

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The rain lashed against the single, grimy pane of the window in Arthur Vane’s flat, a rhythmic, insistent drumming that did nothing to warm the room or silence the coughing that racked his wife’s frame on the narrow bed. Arthur sat at the desk, his hands trembling slightly as he held the ledger, the ink still wet on the entry for Mrs. Gable’s final payment, a sum that would cover Elara’s...

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