The Distant Garden

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I dreamed of the perimeter fence. Not the chain-link variety, but the old razor wire, rusted to the color of dried blood, stretching across a void of white fog. In the dream, I was holding a clipboard. The paper on it was wet. It felt heavy, like a stone wrapped in silk. I tried to read the entries. The ink bled into the fibers, turning black bruises. I knew I had to sign it. I knew the...

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