The Distant Garden

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Vane. The porter spat on the wet stone floor and pointed a crooked finger at the door. "Get out of here, Vane. You’re blocking the queue." Elias Vane stood in the corridor of the Ministry of Public Records. The air smelled of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the sour rot of paper left in damp basements. He was forty-two years old. His left arm ended at the elbow. The stump twitched. It always...

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