The Distant Garden

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The glass vial was heavier than it looked, a dense, cold weight against my palm that felt less like medicine and more like a stone I had pulled from the bottom of a river. My fingers were slick with sweat, trembling slightly as I tried to unscrew the cap, the metal threads resisting the grip of my swollen, arthritic joints. In the background, the rhythmic thud of the factory hammers echoed...

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