The Distant Garden

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The air in the sub-basement of the Department of Internal Affairs smelled of damp concrete and old coffee, a scent that had long since seeped into the fibers of my wool coat. I sat in a plastic chair that offered no comfort, my hands cuffed behind my back, the cold metal biting into the skin of my wrists. It was a small room, windowless, lit by the flickering hum of a fluorescent tube that...

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