The Distant Garden

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2026-08-24 11:23:47 -

My hands were wrapped around the iron bar, knuckles white against the cold steel, as I tried to force the inner door of the Garden open. The metal groaned, a low, tectonic sound that vibrated up my forearms and into the wet bones of my wrists. I am Tariq Kassem, and I am fifty-four years old, though the mirror in the guardroom shows a man carved from grey stone and old mud. I have served the...

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