The Distant Garden

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The shard in Elias’s hand was cold, heavier than the stone it appeared to be, and it hummed against his palm with a frequency that vibrated in the marrow of his wrist. He sat on the damp flagstones of the cellar, the air thick with the smell of wet rot and old paper, the dust motes swirling in the single shaft of grey light that pierced the high, barred window. His fingers, stained with the...

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