The Distant Garden

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You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue. It is a thick, coppery residue that coats the roof of your mouth, stubborn and cold. You are in a dream, or perhaps you are merely dying in the body, for the walls of the room are breathing. They expand and contract with a wet, rhythmic pulse. The air is heavy, saturated with the scent of ozone and rotting peonies. You know this scent. You know...

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