The Distant Garden

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The orchids were dying. They died in clusters. First the leaves curled. Then the stems snapped. Not broken by wind. Broken by intent. I saw it happen. Or I thought I did. The light was thick in the greenhouse. It pressed against my skin. "You're doing it again," said Elias. He stood by the door. His coat was wet. Rain dripped from the hem. I did not look at him. I looked at the flowers. One...

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