The Distant Garden

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The letter lay on the desk, its ink still wet, smelling of iron and urgency. "You will secure the deed to the Distant Garden," my father wrote, his handwriting shaky but the intent absolute, "before the month is out. The name of Penhaligon is not for sale, Arthur, and if you let it rot, you are no son of mine." I read it twice, the words blurring slightly as the weight of the demand settled...

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