The Distant Garden

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Elias, come here, now. The voice of Mr. Halloway cut through the dust-choked air of the Municipal Archive, sharp and final, stopping the scratching of the quill in mid-stroke. Elias looked up from his desk, where the afternoon light fell in a single, dusty shaft that illuminated the swirling motes like suspended snow, and he saw that his mentor’s face was grey, the lines around his mouth...

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