The Distant Garden

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The rain hits the windshield in a steady, gray sheet, blurring the fence line into a smear of rust and wire. You sit in the cab of the F-150, the engine idling with a low thrum that vibrates up through your boots. Forty-two years old, twenty years on the line, and you have six months left before the pension kicks in. That is the only thing that matters. The only thing that keeps your hands from...

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