The Distant Garden

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Thorne, you are bleeding on the floor again. The voice of the Senior Clerk, a man whose title carried the weight of three centuries of administrative precedent but whose lungs were as clear as a bell, echoed off the vaulted ceiling of the High Court of Aethelgard. I did not look up. I was too busy wiping the crimson smear from my knuckles with a rag that had seen better decades, better...

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