The Distant Garden

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We were not really people, but rather the drafts of people, sketching out our existence in a city that breathed smoke and iron, a place where the fog did not just settle on the cobblestones but entered the lungs and calcified there, turning every breath into a small, gray stone that accumulated in the chest until the weight of the air was heavier than the weight of the soul, and so we walked,...

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