The Distant Garden

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Elias Thorne counted the vials. Twelve glass ampules, each filled with a pale, viscous serum that smelled of iron and wet clay. He weighed them in his palm, feeling the slight imbalance of the third vial, the one that had cracked its seal in the transport crate. The winter wind howled against the canvas of his duffel bag, a low, grinding moan that sounded like teeth chattering on bone. He had...

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