The Distant Garden

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2026-08-20 16:47:26 -

The coat is yours, though you did not buy it, and the thread that holds the lining to the shell has begun to fray in the way that only things loved too intensely can tear. You are standing in the middle of a road that does not appear on any map, a road made of packed gravel and the dust of forgotten centuries, and the air is thick with the smell of wet iron and dried lavender. There is no sun...

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