The Distant Garden

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2026-08-24 09:04:04 -

The candle sputtered, casting long, jagged shadows across the parchment. "You are late, Elias." Brother Thomas’s voice was dry as bone. He did not look at me. He looked at the clock on the wall, a brass circle that seemed to pulse in the dim light. "The solstice is three days hence. The final folio is due at noon. Do you comprehend?" I nodded, my throat tight. My hands, usually steady as carved...

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