The Distant Garden

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The match struck, a brief orange flare that died before it caught the wick of the ledger’s binding. Elias Thorne held his hand steady, though the tremor in his wrist was a violent, rhythmic spasm that made the wooden box rattle against his palm. He was fifty-two years old, an archivist at St. Jude’s Monastery, and he had spent the last hour trying to burn the page that would secure his pension....

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