The Distant Garden

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Elias. The name hung in the air, cold and sharp, before the Senior Archivist’s voice even finished the syllable. You stood in the corridor, the ledger heavy in your hands, its weight a physical anchor to the floor. The Ministry of Cultural Preservation smelled of dust and dried ink, a scent that had seeped into your clothes over the last ten years of your life. You were forty-two. Your father...

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