The Distant Garden

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The oil is dry, Clara. You need to buy more." I looked up from the loom, my hands stained with a grey sludge that looked like old blood. The vial in my pocket was light, almost weightless, a small glass thing that had promised the world in exchange for a few drops. "It’s not dry, Mr. Thorne. It’s resting." Thorne didn’t look at me. He was staring at the rows of shuttles, their wooden bodies...

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