The Distant Garden

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2026-08-24 06:59:58 -

You keep coughing, Clara, and the sound is wet, a heavy thing that sticks in the throat of the room, but I am not here to listen to it, I am here to count the cracks in the ceiling before the Bureau men arrive with their sealing paste and their cold, bureaucratic hands. The air in Oakhaven tastes of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coats the back of the tongue and refuses to wash...

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