The Distant Garden

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The glass in the window of the Blackwood Textile Mill was thick, green at the edges, and cold to the touch. You held your left hand against it, fingers splayed, feeling the weight of the pane press back against your skin. It was 1912, and you were twelve years old, a clerk on the night shift, tasked with counting the spools of thread and logging the hours of the looms. You wanted to keep your...

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