The Distant Garden

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, its envelope creased and stained with the damp of a journey from the coast, lying on the workbench like a dead thing among the scattered brass gears and hairspring coils. Arthur Vane, forty years old and stiff in the joints of his hands, read the words twice, his breath catching in his throat as the name of his brother, Julian, loomed large in the ink. The...

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