The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 10:06:42 -

I woke with the taste of iron and wet clay on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like a damp shroud, a place of green things that breathed and died in the same breath. I am a man of stone and mortar, a builder of walls that are meant to stand against the wind, yet I have found myself, in this strange and final week, constructing a garden in the air, a structure of pure intent that no...

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