The Distant Garden

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2026-08-24 19:39:19 -

Carl Yancey’s shovel bit into the mud, and the handle snapped. The wood gave way with a sound like a dry bone breaking, leaving him holding a splintered shaft while the blade remained buried, trembling in the earth. He stood there, chest heaving, the midsummer rain falling cold and sharp against his neck, each drop a tiny, physical fact in a world that had forgotten how to be dry. The fog had...

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