The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain. Static in the air. I stood by the wall. My boots were wet. My brother, Thomas, was inside. He wore the coat. The long, black coat. It swallowed him. We were in the square. The stone was slick. The men of the Guild watched. They stood in a line. Silent. Their faces were masks of wax. I looked at my hands. They shook. I had killed a man yesterday. A...

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