The Distant Garden

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The uniform was a second skin. It did not fit, yet it held. The wool was coarse, scratching the neck, a constant, low-grade pain that served as a metronome for the mind. I stood before the mirror. The glass was old, warped by the heat of the radiator that hissed in the corner like a dying snake. My face stared back. It was a map of failures. The eyes were hollow, the jaw tight with the effort...

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