The Distant Garden

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The contract expired in three days. You stood at the edge of the Blackwood Estate, the surveyor’s chain heavy in your right hand, while your left, which had trembled since the winter, lay perfectly still against your thigh. The ground was warm, not with the sun, which was failing behind the industrial haze, but from below, a biological heat that seeped through your boots. "It’s cursed," the...

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