The Distant Garden
The dampness of the cellar did not merely settle upon Elias Thorne’s skin; it permeated the very fibers of his soul, a cold, wet weight that mirrored the crushing guilt he had carried for twenty years since the night his brother, Julian, had vanished into the mist of the valley below the Abbey of St. Jude. Elias sat hunched over a wooden table, the candlelight trembling as if afraid to...
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