The Distant Garden

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Silas. The name was not spoken so much as thrown, a stone skipped across the black, polished surface of the obsidian floor until it struck the high dais where the Magistrate sat. You stood in the center of the court, your boots sinking slightly into the dust that seemed to gather there of its own accord, and you looked up at the man who held your wife’s life in his ink-stained fingers. The air...

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