The Distant Garden

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The heavy brass keys of the department were cold in my palm, a jagged row of metal teeth that felt less like instruments of authority and more like the broken remnants of a jawbone I had chewed on for too long, until the enamel cracked and the taste of iron filled the back of my throat. I stood in the corridor of the municipal archives, a place that smelled of dry rot and the specific,...

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