The Distant Garden

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The letter lay on the kitchen table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron, a bill from the solicitor for the probate of my wife’s estate, and I refused to sign it because the number at the bottom was wrong, and because the house was already breathing. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have spent thirty of those years keeping the peace, but I have never kept the peace with my own...

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