The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 11:26:59 -

The hammer strikes. Your hand shakes. The wood splinters. Red sap bleeds out. It looks like blood. It smells like iron. You are in the cellar. The air is thick. Damp. Cold. You are a carver. A master of the craft. Your fingers are stained. Dark. Permanent. You hold the piece. A bird. A hawk. Its wings are spread. Frozen in flight. But it is wrong. The eye is missing. You carved it wrong. You...

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