The Distant Garden

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The silence in the infirmary was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, viscous substance that settled in the lungs of every soul trapped within its stone walls. I lay upon the narrow cot, my body a map of bruises and broken bones, and I listened to the rain batter the high, arched windows, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to count down the seconds of my remaining life. The air smelled of wet...

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