The Distant Garden

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2026-08-20 03:13:42 -

The frost bit hard. I stood in the mud. The mud was black. It sucked at my boots. My boots were new. They cost a month’s wage. They were already ruined. I looked up. The sky was low. It pressed down on the village. The village was dead. The houses stood empty. The windows were black eyes. They stared at me. I did not blink. I am a clerk. I keep the books. I count the grain. I weigh the salt. I...

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