The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 06:45:18 -

The rain hit the glass. It sounded like teeth clicking. I stood in the kitchen. The house was cold. My name is Silas Vane. I was a Sergeant. I wore the uniform. It was grey. It was stiff. It smelled of wet wool. And fear. My wife was gone. Sarah. She left for London. She said she was tired. Tired of the shadows. Tired of the sound the walls made. She was right. The walls breathed. They...

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