The Distant Garden

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The hammer fell, and the sound was not a crash but a shriek, a high-pitched tearing of the air that stopped Elias Thorne’s heart mid-beat. He stood in the center of the Iron Court, the courtyard paved with black slate that wept under the relentless rain of 1347, clutching a silver clasp to his chest as if it were a shield. The clasp was cold, colder than the stone, colder than the plague that...

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