The Distant Garden

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The ledger showed four hundred and twelve pounds in arrears, a sum that felt heavier than the iron gate I had to drag open each morning to inspect the orchard, the weight of it pressing against my sternum like a stone swallowed whole. I stood in the center of the manor’s great hall, the air thick with the scent of rotting apples and wet wool, watching the dust motes dance in the slanting...

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