The Distant Garden

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The coat is too big. It hangs from your shoulders like a shroud made of heavy wool. The fabric is dark, almost black, and it smells of dust and old iron. You pull the collar up. It touches your nose. The air is cold. The air is always cold here. You stand in the hallway. The floor is marble. It is white. It is cracked. The cracks run like veins. They pulse. You feel a thump in your chest. Your...

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