The Distant Garden

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The clock on the wall ticked with the heavy, wet rhythm of a mule dragging a stone, and Elias Thorne counted the seconds between the inhalations of his own failing lungs, each breath a small, sharp theft from the silence that was rapidly filling the sterile white room. He was a linguist by trade, a man who had spent forty-five years parsing the grammar of dead languages, but now he found...

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