The Distant Garden

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The iron gate of the estate stood ajar, a jagged mouth breathing in the cold November wind, and you stood before it with your hands tucked deep into the pockets of your woolen coat, watching the dust motes dance in the sliver of light that cut through the darkness. You were not supposed to be here, not at this hour, not with the weight of the season pressing down on your shoulders like a wet...

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