The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 02:42:04 -

The train stopped in the rain. I stepped out. My shoes were wet. I looked at the house. It was white. It was old. It was mine. I walked up the path. The gravel crunched. I carried a bag. It was heavy. It smelled of bleach. And salt. I pushed the door open. It groaned. The hallway was dark. I turned on the light. It flickered. Then it stayed on. The room was bare. No pictures. No dust. Just...

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