The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 07:57:18 -

"You're wasting it," I said. My voice shook. It wasn't fear. It was just the air leaving me, thin and cold. My brother, Thomas, looked up from the jar. His eyes were wet. He held a spoon, thick with dark, viscous liquid. The substance glistened under the harsh fluorescent lights of the community center. It looked like tar. It smelled like burnt sugar and ozone. "It's not a waste, El," he said....

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