The Distant Garden

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The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges curled like dry leaves, the ink faded to the color of old blood. Elias traced the seal with a finger that trembled, not from age, but from the wet rattle in his chest that had become his constant companion. He was forty years old, a thief by the law’s definition, and tonight he was a guest. The manor of Lord Vane, a sprawling medieval beast of stone...

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