The Distant Garden

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The brass key was cold, slick with the condensation of the cellar, and I held it in my palm as if it were a live thing, a small, heavy secret that had been waiting for twelve years to be opened. I am Arthur Vane, thirty-four years old, a man who has spent the better part of his life in the damp, gaslit basement of the Whitmore Textile Mill, writing entries in a ledger that is not a ledger of...

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