The Distant Garden
The rain hammers against the slate roof of the manor, a relentless, industrial drumming that vibrates through the floorboards and settles deep in your bones, a physical weight that mirrors the heaviness of your own failing flesh. You stand before the full-length mirror in the drawing room, the one with the gilded frame that your late husband, Arthur, had purchased in a fit of romantic...
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