The Distant Garden

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2026-08-20 15:04:51 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel path into a slurry of grey mud that clung to the soles of my boots with a tenacity that felt less like friction and more like an accusation. I stood at the threshold of the bunker, a concrete tooth jutting from the hillside above the valley, my hand resting on the cold steel of the door handle, feeling the vibration of the storm...

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