The Distant Garden

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Chapter One The notice, pinned to the mill door with a rusted nail, read: All accounts settled by noon. No exceptions. The smell of damp rice and old iron hung in the air of the estuary, thick as a fog that would not lift. Dimitar Adamyan stood by the canal, his hands trembling not from the cold snap that had burst the pipes in the office, but from the weight of the compass rose he held, its...

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