The Distant Garden

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The fog in Oakhaven does not roll in; it seeps, a grey rot that eats the mortar from the inside out, and I have spent the last three days scrubbing the lintel of the Gatehouse until my knuckles are raw and bleeding. Mara is in the inner chamber, her breath shallow and wet, a sound like water draining from a cracked bucket, and she keeps calling for the distant garden, a place she says is...

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