The Distant Garden
The house did not burn down in a single night, nor did it collapse in a thunderclap of fate; it eroded, slowly and with a terrible, polite consistency, much like the foundation stones of the old lighthouse on the coast, which the salt air had turned to powder while the beam continued to sweep the dark waters with indifferent precision. You are standing in the kitchen, holding a mug of tea that...
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