The Distant Garden

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The dream came first. It always does. Marcus held the blue glass bird in his hand. It was cold. Colder than ice. Colder than the river in winter. He looked at it. The light inside the glass moved. It was not light. It was eyes. Hundreds of small, bright eyes. They looked at him. He dropped it. It hit the stone floor. It did not shatter. It did not make a sound. It simply stopped being. The...

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