The Distant Garden

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The dream was always the same. A garden of black roses, their petals dripping ink that pooled in the furrows of the earth, spreading across the soil until the entire landscape was a wet, dark stain. Elias Thorne woke with his hands clutched to his chest, the phantom weight of the ink still heavy on his skin. He was thirty-four, a court archivist with permanent tenure three months out of reach,...

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