The Distant Garden

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that blurred the boundary between the windowpane and the wet street outside the precinct station, where I sat in a pool of stale coffee and silence, wearing the coat that had been issued to me upon my arrival in this damp, industrial corner of the state. It was a heavy thing, a coat of dark, oiled wool, cut with a severity that...

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