The Distant Garden

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The leather-bound ledger sat in my lap, its spine cracked and swollen with the damp that has settled into the bones of the Guild Hall since the river flooded the lower district. I held a dip pen, the nib heavy with iron gall ink, and watched the liquid bead at the tip, trembling with a vibration that originated not in the glass I was holding, but in the marrow of my own hands. Across the long...

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