The Distant Garden

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The ink spilled first. It was a small, black pool on the white floor of the archive, spreading with a slow, deliberate malice that defied the physics of the room. I stood there, holding the overturned bottle of India ink, watching it creep toward the base of the filing cabinets. It was a Tuesday. I remember it was a Tuesday because the calendar on the wall, with its faded image of a mountain...

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