The Distant Garden

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The gate was open. It should not have been open. Thomas Bradshaw stood before it. The iron bars were twisted like broken fingers. The garden beyond was silent. No birds. No wind in the leaves. Just a gray, flat stillness that pressed against his eardrums. He held his rifle. His hands shook. Not from cold. The air was warm, thick with the smell of wet earth and rot. It smelled like a grave. "Are...

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