The Distant Garden

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The apartment smelled of stale coffee and the metallic tang of rain against the glass. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the object in my hand. It was a ceramic plate, blue and white, painted with a scene of a garden in full bloom. Roses. Lilies. A path winding through the greenery. It was a perfect circle, unblemished by chips or cracks. Or so I thought. "You're staring at it again," said...

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