The Distant Garden

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The fire started in the chapel’s bell tower at dawn, a sudden, violent exhale of orange that swallowed the grey morning sky. Margaret did not run. She stood on the cobblestones of St. Jude’s Square, her breath hitching in a throat that felt too tight for her lungs, and watched the oak beams groan and snap. The heat was a physical weight, pressing against her cheek, smelling of resin and old...

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