The Distant Garden

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The floor of the condemned Garden block was wet. Not with water, but with a thick, viscous black fluid that smelled of iron and old paper. Sergeant Elias Thorne stepped over a puddle, his boots squelching against the concrete. He was thirty-four years old, with a pension three years out of reach, and he needed this clearance signed by noon. The building was supposed to be empty. It was not....

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