The Distant Garden
The word *Elias* hangs in the air of the archive, spoken by Clara with the flat, clipped precision of a label being affixed to a jar of preserved viscera. You are forty-two, a senior archivist in the Ministry of Antiquities, and you want to finalize the restoration of the Royal Orchid before the Chancellor’s inspection tomorrow; the opposing force is the orchid’s root system, which has begun to...
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