The Distant Garden

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The iron gate did not creak when I pushed it open. It swung inward with a silent, hydraulic precision that felt less like mechanics and more like a held breath finally released. I stood in the courtyard of the Ministry of Aesthetic Compliance, the rain slicking my hair into cold, dark wires against my scalp. In my hands, I carried the Loom. It was not a large thing, barely wider than a man’s...

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