The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 15:17:48 -

The banquet was not a celebration of life, but a funeral for the architecture of sanity, held in the gilded, decaying atrium of the Whitmore estate, where the chandeliers hung like suspended judgments and the air smelled of stale lilies and copper. I stood at the edge of the marble floor, my hand trembling as I reached for a glass of water that reflected not my face, but a version of myself...

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