The Distant Garden

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Chapter One My hands were stained with the black ink of the ledger as I carried the bridal chest to the staff canteen. The chest was empty, a hollow wood box that had once held my mother’s trousseau, now used only to store the Bureau’s rejected petitions. I was thirty-two, a clerk in the Bureau of Lost Things, and I needed the money. The jukebox in the corner was broken, its glass cracked,...

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