The Distant Garden

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The box arrived on a Tuesday, the same day the rain finally stopped, leaving the air in the house thick with the smell of wet stone and old dust. It was a small thing, no larger than a shoebox, wrapped in brown paper that had yellowed with age, and it sat on the kitchen table like a verdict. I was twelve, which is the age when the world feels both vast and terrifyingly small, and I remember the...

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