The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall; it invaded. It pressed its wet, cold face against the glass of the chapel window, a thousand tiny, desperate fingers trying to break in, while you stood in the center of the nave, your uniform damp with a sweat that had nothing to do with the temperature. The stone floor was slick, reflecting the flickering candlelight in a way that made the room feel less like a...

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