The Distant Garden

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The coffee in the cup was black. It sat on the table, a dark circle in the white porcelain. Maren stared at it. The steam rose in thin, gray ribbons. It disappeared into the air. The air was still. It did not move. The city outside was loud. It was always loud. The sound was a wall. Maren pressed her back against the chair. She felt the heat of the cup. It burned her hands. She did not let go....

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