The Distant Garden
The gate has been broken for three years, and you have been mending it for three years. You are Elias, forty-two, and the night shift at the old Kestrel Textile Mill is a graveyard of rusted looms and damp concrete, but the courtyard is where you live. Your heart thuds against your ribs, a trapped bird beating its wings against the cage of your sternum, a rhythm that has grown erratic since the...
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