The Distant Garden

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The man in the gray suit sat in the corner of the interrogation room. He did not look at Thomas. He looked at the table. The table was metal. It was cold. Thomas had been there for six hours. The air smelled of dust and old coffee. "Thomas," the man said. His voice was flat. "We need to talk about the garden." Thomas blinked. "What garden?" " The one on Miller Road. The one you built." "I...

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