The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 21:54:11 -

The bus smelled of wet wool and old diesel, a pungent, stagnant perfume that clung to the back of Oliver’s throat as he pressed his forehead against the cold, vibrating glass, watching the grey November suburbs of Ohio dissolve into a blur of bare oaks and rusted mailboxes, each one a small, silent tomb for letters that would never be read, while inside, the air conditioning hummed a low,...

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