The Distant Garden

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2026-08-24 03:33:17 -

The count was twelve. Twelve hours of labor in the mud, twelve shillings owed, twelve years since the boy’s father had broken his back in the same field. Elias stood by the long oak table, watching the light from the chandeliers catch the grease on the roasted boar. The air was thick with smoke and the sour bite of expensive wine. Lord Vane sat at the head, his face a mask of indifference that...

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