The Distant Garden

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The ink was already drying on the ledger when I heard the first whisper, a thin, reedy sound like a stem snapping underfoot, rising from the damp plaster of the opium registry office where the air tasted of wet wool and old paper. I was copying the last entry from my sister’s botanical notes, the page trembling under my magnifying glass, my hands slick with the sweat that always gathered there...

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