The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s community center hummed with the low, electric thrum of two hundred conversations. It was a Tuesday. The air smelled of roasted duck and stale lavender. In the center of the room, on a dais draped in white linen, stood the House. It was not a painting of a house. It was not a model. It was a structure. It stood twelve feet high, built of polished oak and...

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