The Distant Garden

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The letter was damp, the ink blurred into a brownish smear that smelled of iron and old paper, held in Elara Vance’s trembling fingers as the freight train groaned against the rails. She clutched it to her chest, a shield against the biting wind that funneled through the gaps in the wooden slats of the cargo hold, where she sat shivering among crates of rusted iron fittings. The conductor had...

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