The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 08:31:51 -

"You’re not the man you think you are, Silas," old Thomas said, his voice thin as paper in the November wind. Silas wiped the mud from his boots. He stood on the cracked asphalt of Mill Road, the smell of coal smoke and wet dog hair heavy in the air. The town of Oakhaven was dying. The mills had closed. The people had left. Only the ghosts and the stubborn stayed. "I am who I am," Silas...

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