The Distant Garden

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The iron key was cold in Elias Thorne’s palm, its teeth worn smooth by twenty years of turning locks that no one else touched. He stood before the gate of the Distant Garden, the stone lintel above him cracked down the center like a dry riverbed. The decree from the council hung on the iron bars, the parchment yellowed and stiff, the ink smudged where the mayor’s seal had been pressed too hard....

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