The Distant Garden

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2026-08-22 07:02:07 -

The coat was blue. Not the blue of the sky, which was a flat, unyielding slate, but the blue of a bruise forming under the skin. It was a heavy wool, thick enough to choke a man, and it hung on the hook by the door with a gravity that seemed to pull the air down with it. I remember the weight of it in my hands when I took it off, the way the fibers matted against my palms, slick with sweat and...

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