The Distant Garden

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The form was due by Friday, or the pension was void. Elias Thorne held the clipboard against his chest, the paper stiff with damp. He stood in the mess hall of Outpost 4, the air thick with the smell of burnt coffee and wet wool. Around him, the other men argued over cards, their voices flat and tired. They did not look at him. They had stopped looking at the fog three weeks ago. It was a fact,...

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