The Distant Garden

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2026-08-17 14:00:15 -

The coat is yours. It was always yours. But you do not remember buying it. You do not remember the shopkeeper, the rain that slicked the cobblestones, or the moment you pulled the wool over your shoulders. You only remember the weight. It hangs heavy on your frame. The fabric is thick. It is grey. It smells of dust and old paper. You are standing in the square. The square is empty. The stones...

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