The Distant Garden

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2026-08-22 22:17:03 -

The ceramic was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, a stark contrast to the sweat that had soaked through his uniform shirt. He stood in the rain-slicked courtyard of the Ministry of Internal Security, the water drumming a frantic rhythm on the flagstones, while the bowl in his hands hummed with a low, rhythmic pulse that traveled up his arm and settled behind his sternum. He was forty-five years...

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