The Distant Garden

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In the pale, slanting light of a November morning in 1912, Arthur Vane held a brass key in his sweating palm, the metal cold against the skin, a small weight that felt heavier than the iron gate it was meant to open. He stood before the apothecary’s shop in the town square, his fingers trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ledger he had carried in his head for...

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