The Distant Garden
March 14, 2024 The dust in the Ministry of Cultural Preservation does not settle; it hangs. It is a suspended judgment, a fine gray powder that coats the fingers and the conscience in equal measure. I am forty-two years old, and I have spent the last three years breathing this particulate matter, searching for a name that the state has decided to forget. Clara is not dead. The official record...
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