The Distant Garden

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The glass dome of the Municipal Hall did not reflect the sky; it reflected the fear of the men who stood beneath it. Elias, twelve years old and junior archivist, held the central shard in his left hand. It was cold, vibrating with a low, tectonic hum that traveled up his arm and settled in his teeth. The shard was a mirror, but a distorted one, showing his face fractured into a dozen trembling...

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