The Distant Garden

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The fluorescent lights hummed a low, sick note that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth. He stood alone in the administrative block, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. His badge, a silver shield, felt heavy against his chest. He wanted out. He wanted the East Wing. He wanted the soil. "Thorne." The voice cut through the sterile silence. Warden Galt stepped into the...

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