The Distant Garden

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2026-08-17 19:30:28 -

The bus did not stop at the city limits because the city had been renamed, and the old coordinates no longer matched the new reality of the paved wasteland that stretched out under a sky the color of bruised iron. I sat in the back, my uniform hanging off my shoulders like wet skin, feeling the vibration of the diesel engine in my teeth, a low, persistent hum that seemed to come from the earth...

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