The Distant Garden

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The train moved with the sluggish inevitability of a dying breath. We sat in the corner car, the window fogged by our shared exhalations, blurring the gray landscape into a watercolor of slate and ash. Elias held the box on his lap. It was not large. It was no bigger than a shoebox, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine that had frayed at the edges. He held it as if it were a sleeping...

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