The Distant Garden
Chapter One Milena Stancev drove the jackhammer into the concrete, the vibration traveling up her forearms until her teeth rattled in their sockets. The dust was thick, a grey snow that coated her hair and settled in the creases of her work gloves. She was thirty-four years old, a structural engineer with a mortgage underwater and a car that had been pawned three weeks prior, and she was trying...
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