The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 21:06:17 -

The rain in Oakhaven does not fall; it settles. It is a persistent, grey mist that clings to the wool of one’s coat and seeps into the marrow, a constant reminder of the dampness that waits beneath the stone. I remember the day I arrived as a boy of ten, my father’s hand tight around mine, his fingers cold and trembling with a fear he refused to name. We were not welcome here. We were not from...

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