The Distant Garden

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The name is not yours, but it is spoken in a voice that makes your spine stiffen as if a blow has already landed. "Whitmore." The syllable hangs in the cold air of the archive, heavy and sharp. You are sitting at the desk, your hands flat on the surface, feeling the grit of dust that no amount of sweeping can remove. The room is a cube of stone and silence, sealed off from the university by...

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