The Distant Garden

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The old man stood at the edge of the moor, where the grass grew thin and brown, and he looked out toward the horizon with the patience of a stone that has forgotten it was once a mountain. His name was Arthur, and he was the last keeper of the Watchtower, a structure that no longer served any purpose in the world of satellites and radio waves, yet it remained, a solitary finger pointing at the...

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