The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 11:23:15 -

Marek dreamed of a door. It was made of bone. White and smooth. He touched it. The wood splintered. He woke. His left hand was numb. He looked at it. The fingers were swollen. The skin was gray. It did not look like his hand. It looked like a tool. A tool for digging. He sat up. The room was dark. Rain hit the window. Tap. Tap. Tap. He went to the mirror. He looked at his face. He did not...

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