The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 17:18:22 -

I woke with the taste of copper and old rain in my mouth, the dream still clinging to me like wet wool. In the dream, I was a bird made of glass, shattering against the high stone walls of a library that had no roof, only an endless, churning sky. The shards did not fall; they floated, suspended in a gravity that defied reason, each fragment reflecting a different face, a different memory, a...

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