The Distant Garden
You stand in the center of the long, vaulted hall, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old parchment, holding the ceramic bowl in your hands as if it were a heart that has stopped beating, its surface cool and smooth against your palms, a small, perfect circle of blue glaze that catches the dim light filtering through the high, narrow windows, and you feel the weight of the silence...
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