The Distant Garden

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The moss is thick. It chokes the brick. You feel it on your skin. It is wet. It is cold. You are walking. The road is long. The trees are black. They lean in. They whisper. You are tired. Your bones ache. You have walked for days. The sun does not help. It is a pale eye. It watches you. You are a clerk. You were a clerk. Now you are this. A thing with legs. A thing with hunger. Your sister is...

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