The Distant Garden

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The sky split open like a ripe fruit. It happened at dawn. The light did not rise. It fell. It fell in sheets of heavy, bruised violet, crushing the grass under the weight of its own existence. Elias stood on the ridge. He held his rifle. It was a long gun, cold iron against his palm. He had served in the border wars. He knew the weight of metal. He knew the silence that follows the shot. But...

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