The Distant Garden

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The dream was not a dream, but a rehearsal for a crime that had already been committed, and in it, the garden was not green but the color of old blood, thick and cloying, stretching out across a landscape that seemed to breathe with a slow, tidal rhythm that had nothing to do with the wind and everything to do with the collective anxiety of the institution, and Arthur stood at the edge of this...

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