The Distant Garden
The pills were blue. That was the first thing Elias noticed. Not the smell of rotting turnips, nor the way the light in the kitchen slanted through the dust like a blade. Just the color. Blue. Like the sky before a storm that never breaks. He held them up to the window. The glass was grimy. Outside, the town of Oakhaven sat in a hush so deep it had weight. "Are you done?" The voice came from...
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