The Distant Garden
The fluorescent lights of the municipal building hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly inside the marrow of my bones, a low, persistent thrum that matched the erratic, arrhythmic beating of my own heart, which had begun to stutter and skip in its rhythm three days ago, a mechanical failure that the doctors called a condition of the electrical pathways but which I felt as a...
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