The Distant Garden

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2026-08-22 06:16:58 -

The glass beads on my collar had shattered hours ago, scattering across the cobblestones of the precinct courtyard like a constellation that had fallen from a dead sky. I sat on the wet bench, watching the shards catch the grey afternoon light, each fragment a tiny, jagged eye staring back at me with an accusation I could not refute. The garment I wore was no longer a uniform, not in the way...

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