The Distant Garden

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The dust in the library was not merely dirt but a suspension of time, a golden fog that hung in the shafts of afternoon light cutting through the high, arched windows of the old manor. I moved through it with the careful, deliberate slowness of a man who has forgotten how to walk, my boots clicking a lonely rhythm against the stone floor. I was not young, though I had the face of a boy who had...

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