The Distant Garden

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The iron disc sat on the bedside table, cold and heavy, a small sun of rusted metal that had absorbed the sweat and oils of my twenty years in service. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the recurring dream still clinging to the back of my eyelids where the badge had dissolved into red powder, scattering across the floor of my father’s old house like dried blood. I am Elias Thorne,...

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