The Distant Garden
Chapter One "Property of the Royal Choir, Melbourne. Do not remove." The tuning fork lay in the dust of the pawnshop counter, its metal darkened by years of neglect. Ralph Tillman, a knife grinder by trade and a man of thirty-two winters, picked it up. The metal was cold. He ran his thumb over the prongs. There was a scratch near the base, a tiny gouge from a dropped hammer, perhaps. He...
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