The Distant Garden

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The mortar crumbled in Arthur’s hands, not with the sharp crack of stone breaking under weight, but with the wet, yielding sigh of over-ripened fruit collapsing under the thumb. It was a peculiar kind of disintegration, a dissolution that felt less like destruction and more like a return to a state of being that had never quite solidified in the first place. He stood in the center of the...

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