The Distant Garden

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You pack the crates. This is the first thing. You do not think about it as a choice. You think about it as a task. The wood is damp. It smells of rot and wet earth. You stack the boxes in the corner of the room. The room is empty now. The furniture is gone. The wallpaper is peeling in long strips, like dead skin. You are a constable. You have worn the badge for twenty years. The badge is heavy...

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