The Distant Garden

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The summons lay on the workbench, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the shop, a heavy cream-colored envelope bearing the seal of the Magistrate’s office. You picked it up, the paper feeling brittle and cold against your fingertips, and broke the wax seal with a thumbnail that had long since lost its shine. Inside, the note was brief, written in a precise, mechanical hand: *Present...

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