The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 01:52:53 -

The road to Oakhaven was not a destination but a wound in the landscape, a jagged line of gravel and mud that seemed to pull the earth apart as we walked. I was twelve, small for my age, with hands that shook not from cold but from the sheer, terrifying weight of what I carried. In my satchel, wrapped in oilcloth and tied with twine, was the Key. It was an iron thing, heavy and cold, shaped...

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