The Distant Garden

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The letter lay on the oak desk, the ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron and old paper. It was a termination notice, or rather, a reassignment, the terminology of St. Jude’s being as precise as it was cold. You read it twice, the second time slower, as if the words might rearrange themselves into something more bearable. The light in the scriptorium was failing, the afternoon sun cutting a...

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