The Distant Garden

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The rain does not fall so much as it is exhaled, a continuous, gray sigh that saturates the wool of your coat and seeps into the marrow of your left knee, that joint which has begun to betray you with a dull, rhythmic throb, a metronome counting down the seconds of your remaining endurance. You stand on the edge of the cliff, or what the cartographer has kindly labeled as the Edge, though it is...

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