The Distant Garden

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The bill lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air, and I stared at the total until the numbers blurred into a single, jagged line. It was a debt of four hundred pounds, a sum that had eaten into my father’s mind for twenty years, leaving him a hollow man who coughed blood into handkerchiefs the color of rust. I was forty-two, a junior clerk with ink-stained fingers...

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