The Distant Garden
Chapter One The mill town of Jessopvale woke to the smell of wet wool and diesel, a thick, grey exhalation that rolled off the fjord-like river and settled into the bones of the brickwork. It was 1954, and the air was thin with the promise of a thaw that had not yet broken the ice, leaving the docks floating in a precarious, silent drift. Mildred Sturgis stood on the edge of the pier, her taxi...
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