The Distant Garden

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The glass is in your hand. It is a simple tumbler, thick at the bottom, filled with cold water. You are holding it against your chest. Your knuckles are white. The room is small. It is a sterile white box. The air smells of ozone and old carpet. "Subject 402," the voice says. It comes from the intercom. It is flat. It is bored. "Please place the artifact on the table." You do not move. Your...

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