The Distant Garden

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The resignation letter lay on the Mayor’s desk, a crumpled square of parchment that seemed to absorb the light of the office rather than reflect it. You had written it in a hand that shook only slightly, a tremor born of sixteen years standing watch at the same gate, watching the same faces age and die, watching the same mud dry on the cobblestones of Oakhaven. You wanted out. You wanted the...

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