The Distant Garden

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The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, its pages stiff with the damp of the cellar. I counted the entries, my finger tracing the ink, four hundred and twelve dollars owed to the bank, a sum that felt heavier than the pickaxe I carried each morning into the dark. Martha coughed in the next room, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to shake the very walls of the farmhouse. I needed the deed. I...

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