The Distant Garden

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The copper taste in my mouth was sharp, metallic, and immediate. I woke at forty-three, the sheets tangled around my legs, convinced I had finally escaped the labyrinthine archives of my late father’s estate. I wanted to sell the house by Friday to clear my debts, but the boundary wall of the garden, which I swore I had demolished years ago, stood intact. It hummed with a low, subsonic...

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