The Distant Garden

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The ledger in the basement of the St. Jude’s Institution for the Insane was not merely a book of accounts; it was a mouth that never stopped chewing. I had been a night warden for three years, a man who spoke little and watched much, and in that time I had learned that the ink on the pages moved. It crept. It pooled. It defied the gravity that held my own blood in my veins. We called it the...

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