The Distant Garden
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, though the concept of days had long since dissolved into a monochromatic hum of grey light and the rhythmic, wet coughing of the ward, and it bore the seal of the Ministry of Internal Cohesion, a wax emblem that had once signified the unity of the Kingdom but now, pressed against your palm, felt like a cold, dead eye staring into the abyss of your own...
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