The Distant Garden

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2026-08-21 21:51:09 -

The rain against the windowpane of Ward Four sounded like a slow, rhythmic erosion, a grinding of stone against stone that seemed to come from deep within the earth itself. I sat in the corner of the sterile, white room, my hands resting on my knees, feeling the familiar, dull ache of my left elbow. It was a pain that had lived in the bone for forty years, a tenant that had never paid rent but...

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