The Distant Garden

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The clay amulet in Elias Thorne’s left hand was warm, a dull, biological heat that pulsed against the cold stone of the barracks table, but his fingers were numb, the joints swollen and stiff from the damp that seeped through the walls of the Order of the Silent Watch. He looked at the object, a crude disk fused to his palm by some old, forgotten ritual, and then at the ledger before him, the...

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