The Distant Garden

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The transfer form sat in your palm, the paper thick and stiff with the weight of bureaucracy, smelling faintly of the damp wool coats that lined the office walls of the Border Inspection Station in Oakhaven. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a man who had spent the last decade measuring the width of men’s shoulders and the depth of their pockets, and you wanted nothing more than to...

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