The Distant Garden
The tin was dented on one side, a small bruise in the silver that caught the grey light of the industrial city of Oakhaven, and Elias Thorne held it against his chest like a shield against the cold. It was November of 1924, and the air tasted of coal smoke and wet iron, a flavor that seemed to seep into the very bones of the soldiers who patrolled the gates of the municipal waterworks. Elias...
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