The Distant Garden

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2026-08-17 14:10:46 -

I wake in the basement. The air is cold. It smells of damp concrete. And old iron. I am not sleeping. I am waking. Again. The door is locked. I know this. I have checked. One hundred times. My father is above. I can hear him. Shuffling. The creak of floorboards. He is alive. I am not. Or maybe I am. It is hard to tell. In this house, nothing is real. Except the pain. The pain in my hands. The...

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