The Distant Garden

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The bird fell first. It tumbled from the grey sky in a silent, feathered arc. A starling. Small. Black. It hit the cobblestones with a wet thud. Then another. A pigeon. Heavy. White. They lay in a heap. A pile of dead wings. Elias watched from the window. He held a cup of cold tea. His hand shook. The city below was quiet. Too quiet. No cars. No horns. No voices. Just the wind. It whistled...

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