The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 04:48:04 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a heavy, grey drizzle that turned the streets of Ashworth into a slick, reflective mirror of the city’s own exhaustion. I stood in the center of the room, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the wool sweater I had just knitted, a garment that felt less like fabric and more like a second skin,...

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