The Distant Garden

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In the feverish architecture of his recurring dream, Marcus stood in the center of a vast, sterile atrium where the ceiling was a grid of fluorescent lights that hummed with the frequency of a dying star, and he was not a man of flesh and bone but a construct of wet concrete and rebar, his limbs heavy with the sediment of decades of service, while around him the air was thick with the smell of...

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