The Distant Garden
The house did not burn down, which was the first surprise. You expected the roof to peel away like the skin of a ripe peach, the walls to collapse into a heap of red brick and splintered oak, leaving you standing in a field of ash with nothing left to do but walk into the wind. Instead, the fire stopped. It halted at the threshold of the nursery door, a wall of orange fury that simply refused...
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