The Distant Garden

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Thorne. You’re late. The warden’s voice cut through the hum of the air conditioning, sharp as a scalpel. I stood up. My knees cracked. Thirty-four years old, and my joints felt like rusted hinges. I am Elias Thorne. I have served eleven years in the private wing. I want my pension. I want Mara to stay alive. The system wants budget cuts. I signed the transfer order. My hand shook, but the ink...

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