The Distant Garden

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Elias Thorne. The name was a slap against the wet air, spoken by Julian with the casual cruelty of a man tossing a coin into a well. Elias did not turn. He was too busy watching the ink on his map bleed, a dark, arterial red seeping through the grain of the paper, refusing to dry. The rain in the city of Vellum was not water; it was a cold, heavy pressure that tasted of iron and old dust. He...

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