The Distant Garden

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2026-08-20 13:43:44 -

The rain does not fall. It strikes. It hammers against the thatch of the chapel roof with the rhythmic fury of a thousand small fists, a sound that is less weather than war. You are on your knees in the mud. The earth is cold, a heavy, wet weight that seeps into the bones, chilling you from the outside in. You are not praying. You are enduring. The villagers watch from the shadows of the eaves,...

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