The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 13:41:24 -

You are standing in the doorway of the house that is no longer a home but a monument to your own stubbornness, and the air inside smells of wet plaster, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of blood that has dried into the grain of the oak floorboards, a scent that has become so intimately woven into your olfactory memory that it now functions less as a warning and more as a lullaby, a strange,...

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