The Distant Garden

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The mortar was heavy in my hands, a block of local granite that had absorbed the damp of the cellar for a hundred years, and I crushed the dried roots of the blackthorn with a rhythm that felt less like work and more like a penance I had already paid for. I arrived in Oakhaven on a Tuesday, the rain coming down in sheets that turned the gravel of the main road into a slurry, and I stood at the...

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