The Distant Garden

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The garden is dead. You know it. You have always known it, even when the roses still bled their red against the frost. You sit in the armchair by the window, the one with the fraying velvet, and you watch the glass. It is not glass. It is a wall. A thin, transparent wall between you and the air that used to be sweet. Now it smells of coal dust and wet wool. It smells of the city that swallowed...

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