The Distant Garden

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2026-08-17 18:15:33 -

Margaret left before the sun cleared the hills. The cart rattled over the cobblestones, kicking up dust that smelled of old ash. She did not look back. Behind her, the village slept in a grey haze. The mist clung to the thatch roofs like wet wool. She carried the jar. It was small. Glass, thick and clouded. Inside, the paste was brown. It smelled of rot and honey. She held it tight against her...

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