The Distant Garden

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The lead box was cold against Elias Thorne’s palms, the metal biting into his skin with a dull, persistent ache that mirrored the hollow space where his sister’s name had once been. He stood in the center of his cramped apartment in Oakhaven, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of the soot that settled on every surface in the mill town, a grey powder that...

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