The Distant Garden

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2026-08-20 14:51:15 -

The mortar was cold. That was the first thing I noticed, the specific, biting chill that seeped through the leather sole of my boot and into the bone of my foot. I stood in the center of the refectory, a space so vast it seemed to swallow sound, and watched the steam rise from the wooden troughs where the brothers ate their porridge. The air smelled of lye, wet wool, and the faint, sweet rot of...

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