The Distant Garden
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray drizzle that turned the gravel of the estate into a sucking, muddy sludge, and it was in this relentless wetness that I finally understood the nature of the boundary I had spent my entire career trying to breach, a realization that settled into my bones with the heavy, dull ache of a bruise that refuses to fade, leaving me sitting in the...
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