The Distant Garden

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Chapter One Did the ink know it was lying? Odette Perrin held the quill suspended above the parchment, the tip trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the question hanging in the air of the scriptorium. The room smelled of damp wool and old iron. Outside, the January thaw had turned the gravel path into a slurry of mud and broken orange peels, a landscape that looked less like Auvergne...

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