The Distant Garden

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The first thing I remember is the sound of the glass breaking. Not the crash, but the high, thin shriek that comes right before the impact, like a bird dying in a wire. I was standing in the center of the room, holding a bottle of prescription amphetamine that had been my lifeline for the last three years. The bottle was warm in my hand, heavy with the promise of clarity, of speed, of staying...

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