The Distant Garden

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Thorne. The name hung in the damp air of the scriptorium, called out by the wind that rattled the leaded glass, a summons that felt less like a greeting and more like a verdict. Elias Thorne, forty-two, warden of the crumbling stone keep, looked up from his desk where the ink had begun to dry into stiff, black ridges. He was writing to Lord Vane, his superior, demanding the release of the...

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