The Distant Garden

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The ledger was warm to the touch, a fact that chilled Elias more than the damp stone of the chapel floor. He had been scrubbing the altar, his twelve-year-old arms aching from the scrubbing brush, when the wood paneling behind the altar gave way with a soft, splintering sigh. Inside, tucked in a cavity that smelled of old dust and dried lavender, lay a book bound in cracked leather. Elias knew...

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