The Distant Garden

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The frost had not yet taken the blackroot, but the air in the field tasted of iron and old wet wool, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and refused to leave. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and bent double under the weight of a spade that had grown heavy with damp earth, digging the last rows of the crop before Lord Vane’s men could claim it. The soil here was...

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