The Distant Garden

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The chandelier swings. It hits the crystal vase. The glass shatters. You are holding the stem. Your fingers bleed. The blood is red. The glass is clear. The room is white. Everything is white. "Did you hear that?" The voice is low. It is close. It is in your ear. You do not turn. You cannot turn. The weight of the room presses on your shoulders. It is heavy. It is old. It smells of dust and...

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