The Distant Garden

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The smell hit me before the door did. It was a thick, cloying scent of over-ripe figs and iodine, a medicinal stench that coated the back of my throat like a velvet gag. I stood in the hallway of the Meridian Corporate Center, my reflection warped in the glass elevator bank, and I understood with a cold, absolute certainty that I was not in Chicago. I was in the Gutter. Or perhaps the Gutter...

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