The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 10:41:51 -

The flood came not with a roar, but with a sigh, a low, wet exhalation that rose from the foundations of the town of Oakhaven like a ghost remembering its own name. You stood in the center of the municipal archive, the water already lapping at the hem of your trousers, cold and indifferent as the sea. The air smelled of damp paper and iron, a scent that had clung to your clothes for three...

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