The Distant Garden
The truck rattled over the potholes of the county road, a sound that had become so integral to the rhythm of Marcus’s life that he no longer noticed the vibration in his molars, only the way it synchronized with the slow, grinding ache of his left knee, which had begun to betray him three winters ago with a sharpness that felt less like pain and more like a sudden, violent recall of every...
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