The Distant Garden

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The hammer rang against the iron, a sharp, metallic cry that cut through the heavy air of the workshop. "Thorne! Elias Thorne!" The voice was Halloway’s, shrill and bureaucratic, echoing off the brick walls. I did not look up. My hands were deep in the mortar, the cold grit grinding into the creases of my palms, a familiar friction that soothed the tremor in my fingers. I was thirty-four years...

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