The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 05:00:35 -

The train was late, as everything in this city seemed to be. I stood on the platform, my breath misting in the cold November air, watching the rusted tracks stretch out into the gray distance. I was here to find the body. Or rather, to confirm that there was a body at all. The police report had been vague, a standard boilerplate for a case that had gone cold twenty years ago. A missing person....

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