The Distant Garden
The ink on the first page of the letter you dictate to Clara is already bleeding into the paper, spreading like a bruise under the skin of the office, and you tell the stenographer to ignore it, to simply transcribe your demand that the basement be cleared for her use by Friday, while the walls of the Meridian Insurance Bureau weep a thick, black sap that the janitors wipe away with dirty rags...
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