The Distant Garden

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The coat was not merely wool; it was a skin of indigo dusk, heavy with the scent of ozone and wet stone, and you wore it as if it had grown from your own ribs in a dark, fevered dream. It was a uniform of a kind that no longer existed on any map of the waking world, a garment stitched from the fabric of a bureaucracy that had forgotten how to be human. You stood in the center of the Hall of...

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