The Distant Garden
Act I Who keeps the only boat across the river of forgetting? Roxana Naderi asked the question aloud as the ferry creaked against the mud, her breath pluming in the damp air that smelled of wet wool and coal dust. She was thirty-two, an archivist with a debt of honor to her dead mentor, and she had traveled from the capital to retrieve a water-damaged manuscript before the institution’s funding...
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