The Distant Garden

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You are wiping the dust from the sealant of Case 409-B. The cloth is dry. The glass is thick, cold, and perfectly clear. Inside, a man in your grey uniform sits at a desk. He is typing. You stop wiping. You look at the reflection in the glass. It is not your face. It is his. He looks up. He smiles. It is a small, tired smile. You know the feeling. It is the feeling of a man who has decided that...

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