The Distant Garden
Chapter One Celeste DeClouet’s hands were caked in the grey dust of the quarry when the letter arrived, the paper yellowed and smelling of the ozone that clung to the automated rigs. She was halfway through calibrating the medical printer, the filament spool nearly empty, when the drone dropped the envelope onto the wet concrete of the fish market freezer room. The well rope over the roller...
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