The Distant Garden

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Act I "You’re bleeding on the vellum, Pentti. Do you want to stain the Ministry’s record?" Old Varga’s voice was dry as the peat outside, stripped of any warmth. Pentti Laine looked down. A drop of blood, dark and heavy, had welled from a cut on his thumb and sat on the edge of the Garden Ledger, a text so old its spine had cracked into a dozen jagged teeth. He wiped it with a rag that smelled...

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