The Distant Garden

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The parchment was damp, smelling of mildew and old blood. "It is not a cure, boy," the Abbot said, his voice low, a rumble like stones shifting in a dry riverbed. He held the sheet up to the tallow light. The ink was brown, fading at the edges. "It is a map to madness. And you would give it to a dying woman?" Thomas did not look at the Abbot. He looked at the floor, where a single drop of water...

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