The Distant Garden

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The sky above the valley of Oakhaven did not break; it dissolved, a slow hemorrhage of indigo and bruised violet that swallowed the horizon whole, and in that terrible, silent unraveling I saw the first thread of my own unmaking, a fraying hem on the robe of a world I had spent a lifetime believing was solid, stone and soil and the reliable weight of gravity, yet here it was, peeling away like...

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