The Distant Garden

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2026-08-20 00:17:02 -

The skin of my right hand had begun to peel. It started at the knuckles. Thin, white flakes. Like dried paint. Like dead leaves. I held them in my left palm. They were light. They were nothing. I looked at the hand. It was not mine. Or it was. It was the thing that signed the papers. The thing that held the pen. The thing that trembled. I was a clerk. I sat in a room. The room was gray. The...

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