The Distant Garden

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The iron bed creaked, a low, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through the marrow of Thomas Ashworth’s bones. He lay rigid, staring at the peeling wallpaper, which bloomed in grotesque, damp flowers of yellow and grey. Outside, the fog pressed against the windowpane like a living thing, thick and wet, erasing the streetlights until the world beyond the glass was merely a void. Inside, the...

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