The Distant Garden

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The kettle sits on the stove, a brass belly swollen with steam, and you have not touched it in forty years. It is a strange thing to carry a burden that weighs nothing, yet bends the spine of a house. The room is small, a square of dust and silence in the basement of the old manor, where the air tastes of damp wool and forgotten time. You are sitting in the chair by the window, though there is...

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