The Distant Garden

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The ledger lay open on the desk, its spine cracked and weeping a dark, viscous residue that smelled of iron and old rain. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Municipal Archive, his hands trembling not from fear but from the raw, blistering heat of the paper he had just touched. He was forty-two years old, a man who had spent two decades enforcing the peace of Oakhaven, yet here he...

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