The Distant Garden

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The requisition form lay on my desk, the paper yellowed and brittle at the edges, smelling faintly of the damp cellar where it had been stored for decades. I signed it, the ink bleeding slightly into the fiber, a small, dark stain that looked less like a signature and more like a bruise forming on the skin of the day. The document authorized the confiscation of illicit narcotics from the...

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