The Distant Garden

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The frost on the windowpane was not merely cold; it was a structural failure of the glass, a crystalline lattice expanding with a violence that threatened to shatter the pane entirely. I watched it spread, the white ferns etching themselves into the dark of the night, a map of our own suffocating perfection. Eleanor sat at the table, her back to me, her shoulders rigid with the specific tension...

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