The Distant Garden

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The dream was not of flight, but of drowning in dry air, a suffocating thickening of the atmosphere that turned the world into a viscous, amber-colored syrup where every breath required a Herculean effort to pull the oxygen from the stagnant, heavy air. I was standing in the center of a vast, circular room, the walls lined with thousands of identical glass cases, each containing a single,...

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