The Distant Garden

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The brass key in your hand is heavier than it looks. It hangs from a red ribbon, the kind you buy at the hardware store, frayed at the edges from three years of carrying it in your breast pocket. You turn it in the lock of your office door. It does not turn. The fog presses against the glass, thick and grey, smelling of wet ash and old copper. You are Elias Thorne. You are forty-two. You want...

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