The Distant Garden
The rejection letter slides across the desk, a white rectangle against the grey laminate. You are Elias Thorne. You are forty-two. You are a forensic accountant for the Ministry of Agriculture. You want your brother Julian’s pension. The clerk, Mrs. Gable, does not look up. Her fingers tap a rhythmic, impatient code on the keyboard. The air in Room 402 is thick with the scent of stale coffee...
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