The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 01:37:00 -

The mist clings to the iron railings of the Blackwood Estate like a shroud. You are not human. You know this with a bone-deep certainty that has nothing to do with flesh and everything to do with the cold, dry sensation inside your chest. You are a creature of the margins, a thing that slips through the cracks in the world’s logic. You have worn the skin of Arthur Pendelton for forty years. It...

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