The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 07:52:39 -

The hand. It was gone. Not cut. Not broken. Just absent. A smooth, pale stump where my fingers used to be. The skin healed over in a day. No scar. No pain. Just the void. I stood in the office. The carpet was blue. A deep, oceanic blue. It swallowed my shoes. Marcus sat across from me. He wore a gray suit. The fabric was stiff. He looked at the table. He did not look at me. You lost your hand,...

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