The Distant Garden

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2026-08-17 12:09:06 -

The rain fell in sheets. It washed the dust from the cobblestones. It made the air taste of iron and old leaves. I stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind pulled at my cloak. It was a heavy thing. Wool and thread. It smelled of the loom. Below, the sea churned. It was not a sea of water. It was a sea of time. I looked at my hands. They were young. Smooth. Unmarked. But I knew what they would...

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