The Distant Garden

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2026-08-17 16:53:58 -

The rain hit the windowpane with a rhythmic, violent persistence. It was the sound of a drum beaten by a madman. I sat at the edge of the bed in the narrow room on the fourth floor. The walls were thin. I could hear Mrs. Gable’s cough from the next door. A dry, rattling sound. Like leaves skittering over stone. I looked at the garden below. It was a small square of earth. A few withered roses....

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