The Distant Garden

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The rain fell on the lead roof. I counted the drops. One. Two. Three. The water pooled in the gutters. It overflowed. It ran down the stone walls. It made the moss grow. I watched it. I am a scholar. I study gardens. Specifically, I study how gardens die. Or how they are forced to die. My name is Thomas Bradshaw. I am fifty. I am tired. My office is small. It smells of old paper and damp wool....

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