The Distant Garden

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Thorne. You’re staring at the wall again. I jolted, my fingers still pressed against the cold, linoleum-tiled floor of the municipal archive. The fluorescent lights above buzzed with a low, sickly frequency, a sound that had been drilling into my skull for three days straight. I was forty-two years old, a man who had spent two decades cataloging the city’s forgotten sins, and I had woken that...

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