The Distant Garden
The frost has come early to the conservatory, a sharp white line creeping up the iron ribs of the glass. You are Elias, forty-two, and your hands are dirty with the earth of a dying world. The Board of Directors has voted to demolish the garden, to pave over the last sanctuary of green and glass for a parking lot that will hold nothing but rust and silence. You want to save the orchid. It is...
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