The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a long, grey sigh that settled over the cobblestones of the old market square, turning the air into a thick, wet wool that clung to the skin. I stood at the edge of the plaza, holding my umbrella like a shield against an enemy I could not name, watching the steam rise from the manholes in slow, ghostly ribbons. My name is Thomas...

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