The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 17:24:46 -

You wake in the middle of the night, not to the sound of a bell, but to the taste of iron and old rain on your tongue. It is a taste you have carried for years, a metallic sweetness that coats the back of your throat whenever the air grows still. You are lying in the straw of a cart that is moving, though the motion is so slow it feels more like a tide than a journey. Beside you, Thomas is...

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