The Distant Garden

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The ledger showed forty-two hours of unpaid labor, a sum that corresponded exactly to the three missed rent checks and the mounting fear in Elias Thorne’s chest. He counted the coins in his pocket, twelve dollars and forty cents, enough for a sandwich but not for dignity, and felt the familiar tightening in his throat. It was the orchid again. It bloomed in the peripheral vision, a dark, waxy...

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