The Distant Garden

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The ledger showed three hundred and twelve vials of the tincture, each weighing exactly four ounces of mercury and grief, and Elias Thorne counted them with a finger that had not stopped trembling since the dawn shift. He was thirty-four, a captain in the Industrial Guard, and the air in the fortress tasted of copper and old blood, a flavor that had settled into the lining of his lungs long...

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