The Distant Garden

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I The pen hovered over the silk, a needle poised to pierce skin that was not skin. Ewa Grabowski knew the weight of the instrument, the specific gravity of her debt, and the way the chill rose from the cellar floor to settle in her lower back. She had been a comms relay hermit for twelve years, listening to the static of a charter no one had read, but today she was a textile inspector,...

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