The Distant Garden

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I woke with the taste of iron and wet clay on my tongue, the air in the hospital room thick with a silence that felt heavier than the concrete walls surrounding us. The city outside was a gray smear through the barred window, a place where the rain fell not as water but as a fine, persistent mist that seemed to seep into the bones. I am a man who has spent more years in cells than in daylight,...

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