The Distant Garden
The rain has been falling for three days, a soft, relentless gray curtain that turns the cobblestones of Ashworth into a mirror of the overcast sky, and you stand at the center of the square, feeling the dampness seep into the soles of your shoes, a cold, damp truth that climbs your legs and settles in your marrow. You are not quite a man, nor entirely a ghost, but something in between, a...
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