The Distant Garden

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The dream was always the same, a loop of green and black that Arthur Vane could not escape. He stood in his sister Elara’s garden, the one behind the old mill in Harrowgate, and the roses were bleeding. Not blood, but ink. Thick, viscous black fluid oozed from the petals, dripping onto the white stones, staining the earth. It was 1924, and Arthur was forty years old, an archivist for the town...

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