The Distant Garden

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The wall cracked. A thin fissure ran from the ceiling down to the skirting board. It looked like a vein of ice. I watched it spread. The dust fell. It landed on my coat. I shook it off. The room was cold. It was always cold. The radiator ticked. It sounded like a dying clock. I held the hammer in my right hand. The handle was worn smooth. My fingers were raw. I swung it. The wall gave way....

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