The Distant Garden
The rotunda of Blackwood Manor hummed, a low, architectural vibration that Elias Thorne felt in his molars before he heard it in his ears. He stood in the center of the marble floor, his badge catching the dim light, and waited for the silence to break. Magistrate Vane stood three paces behind him, a figure of tailored calm amidst the decaying grandeur, his smile thin and precise. The walls...
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