The Distant Garden

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The moon is full, and the white lilies in the royal orchard are whispering. You are Elias, forty-two, the court archivist of the crumbling Palace of Ostrava, and you have not slept in three days. The whispers are faint, a dry rustle of petals that sounds terribly like your sister, Margaret, who died of a fever when you were both children, but you tell yourself it is only the wind moving through...

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