The Distant Garden

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The oak tree in the back yard was dying. It stood in the corner, its branches reaching out like skeletal fingers trying to grasp a sky that had turned a bruised, permanent purple. Marcus stood on the porch, his hands gripping the railing so tightly that the wood groaned under the pressure. He was seven years old, small for his age, with skin the color of wet sand and eyes that watched the world...

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