The Distant Garden

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2026-08-20 16:20:45 -

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a perpetual, heavy suspension of grey water that turned the streets of Millhaven into rivers of oily sludge. I sat in the corner booth of The Rusty Nail, my hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that had gone cold three hours ago, watching the condensation bead on the glass and slide down in long, weeping lines. My name is Arthur Penhaligon, and I am...

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