The Distant Garden

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2026-08-20 16:07:42 -

The train stops. It has stopped for an hour. The rain hammers the glass. You are wet. Your coat is soaked through. You smell the damp wool. You smell the rust. You are not a person. You are a draft. You are a sketch in pencil that was never erased. You are the thing that lives in the walls of the house. You step onto the platform. The air is cold. It bites your skin. You do not have skin. You...

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