The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 00:23:40 -

I woke in the carriage with the taste of rust and ozone on my tongue, the iron wheels screaming a continuous, atonal hymn against the tracks as the night bled into a bruised and violet dawn. I was not in my own body, or rather, my body was a vessel that had been filled with a substance far heavier than flesh, a leaden density that made every breath a labor of excavation. Beside me, the window...

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