The Distant Garden

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The dream was always the same: a garden of black soil, silent and deep, where Lily stood with her mouth moving, but the voice that came out was his own. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the fifty-two-year-old botanist’s heart hammering against the ribs of a body that felt increasingly like a borrowed coat. He knew the dream was a symptom. The early-onset dementia was...

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