The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall of the Grand Meridian Clock tower smelled of grease, wet wool, and the metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne stood on the scaffolding, his boots slipping on the grated iron, watching the city councilmen file in below. They were grey men, their faces obscured by the thick, yellowish smog that perpetually hugged the streets of Ashworth, making them look like smudged charcoal...

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