The Distant Garden

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The chisel bit into the grey slate, and a shard the size of a thimble flew from the edge, striking my thumb with the force of a hammer blow. I did not flinch. I pressed the chisel deeper, feeling the vibration travel up my wrist, a low, sickening hum that tasted of copper and old dust. It was October, 1893, and the light in the Blackwood cellar was the color of weak tea, filtered through the...

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