The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 02:18:29 -

The gate closes behind you. You are leaving. The air is cold. It bites your nose. You pull your coat tight. The wool scratches your neck. You do not look back. You walk toward the iron fence. The fence is high. It is black. It rusts at the base. You hold the map in your hand. It is folded. It is soft. The paper is thin. It has frayed edges. You have held it for three days. It has become part of...

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