The Distant Garden

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The gate was locked. It had always been locked. Margaret knew this. She stood before it, her hand trembling against the cold iron, the metal biting into her palm. The city hummed. A low, electric thrum. It vibrated in her teeth. It vibrated in the marrow of her bones. She was late. She was always late. The clock tower across the street struck the hour. The sound was a physical blow. It echoed...

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