The Distant Garden

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The auctioneer’s gavel hung suspended in the air, a black weight against the grey afternoon light. "You’re going to let it go for nothing, Elias?" Clara asked, her voice flat, devoid of the tremor you expected from a daughter confronting her father’s ruin. She stood by the window, her back to you, watching the ivy crawl up the brickwork with a hunger that seemed to ignore the glass. The house...

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