The Distant Garden

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2026-08-22 13:52:01 -

In Silas’s hands, the sash lay coiled like a silver snake, its metallic threads catching the grey light from the high, barred window with a cold, accusatory gleam. You stood before him in the cramped, stone-walled workshop, the air thick with the smell of lanolin and the dusty, stale scent of old wool, your own hands hanging loose and useless at your sides. It was Tuesday, the day before the...

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