The Distant Garden

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The frost lay thick on the gravel of the village lane. It was a silence that had weight. Maud sat in the parlor. Her hands were still. They rested on the arm of the chair. She did not move. The clock on the mantle ticked. It was a mechanical sound. It was the only sound. Her husband, Elias, was gone. He had walked out at dawn. He had not said goodbye. He had not packed a bag. He had simply left...

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