The Distant Garden
The letter from the Estate Office lay on the workbench, its ink smudged where Elias’s thumb had pressed it flat. It was a simple form, a standard notification of inspection, but the weight of it felt like a brick in his chest. He signed it with a shaky hand, the pen scratching a jagged line across the bottom margin. Outside, the wind tore at the branches of the yew hedge, a sound like dry...
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