The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 07:43:16 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended in the air like a curtain of grey beads, refusing to touch the ground. I stood at the threshold of the manor. The iron gates were rusted into a single, fused mass. I could not open them. I could not close them. I simply stood there, a guard without a perimeter, a soldier without a war. My name is Thomas. I do not remember choosing it. I only remember...

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