The Distant Garden

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The dream is always the same: you are standing in a garden that does not exist, the soil black and wet with something that is not rain, and the flowers are made of paper. You wake with the taste of dust in your mouth and the specific, hollow dread of a man who has forgotten why he is afraid. It is 3:00 AM. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and you are sitting on the edge of your bed...

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