The Distant Garden

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the corrugated tin roof of the hovel with a rhythmic, relentless insistence, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat by the window, watching the mud outside churn into a brown slurry that swallowed the footpath whole. In my lap, I held a single, withered sprig of lavender. It was dry to the touch, its scent...

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