The Distant Garden

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You wake with the taste of iron and old copper on your tongue, a metallic tang that seems to coat the back of your throat like a film of rust. The dream is still clinging to you, a thick, grey fog that refuses to dissipate into the morning light. In the dream, you were standing in a garden that did not belong to any man, a place where the flowers grew out of cracked stone and the soil was made...

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