The Distant Garden

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The rain does not fall so much as it insists, a gray, industrial sheet that turns the cobblestones of Blackwood into a slick, reflecting mirror of the sky. You stand at the edge of the yard, your uniform damp and heavy, the wool clinging to your back like a second, colder skin. In your hands, you hold the garden. Not the dirt, not the rotting vegetable matter, but the glass. It is a terrarium,...

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