The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 02:48:23 -

The clock on the wall of the Municipal Sanitation Bureau had stopped at 4:12 in the afternoon of that grey Tuesday, and no one seemed to notice, or perhaps no one cared, because the silence it projected was merely a variation on the eternal, humming silence of the city itself, a city that had long since ceased to be a collection of stones and iron and had instead become a living, breathing...

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