The Distant Garden

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"You did it, didn't you." The voice was not mine. It belonged to the man in the mirror, the one with the grey hair and the hands that trembled like dry leaves in a gale. I looked at him, and he looked back, a stranger wearing my face. The bathroom tiles were cold against my bare feet. The fluorescent light buzzed, a low, electric hymn that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I was fifty-eight years...

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