The Distant Garden

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The dream was always the same: a single rose, its petals curling into black ash, suspended in a void that smelled of ozone and old paper. Elias Thorne woke with the scent still clinging to the back of his throat, his body heavy with the specific lethargy of a man who has been dead for a decade but refuses to acknowledge it. He was forty-two, or so the ledger claimed, an archivist in the...

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