The Distant Garden

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2026-08-21 09:01:16 -

The rain hits the window like static. It is a grey Tuesday. You are sitting in the kitchen of a suburban house in Ohio. The linoleum is peeling at the corner. You hold a ceramic mug. It is warm. It is heavy. It contains coffee that tastes of ash and time. You are not a wizard. Or rather, you are, but in a way that would make your neighbors feel sick. You see the threads. They are always there....

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