The Distant Garden
The rain has been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurs the boundary between the world outside and the stillness within the house. You stand by the window of the second-floor study, your hand resting on the cold glass, watching the water streak down in chaotic, hurried lines. The house is silent, a silence so profound it seems to have weight, pressing against your...
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