The Distant Garden

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Act I Does a man owe the earth a debt he cannot pay? I ask because the tax boat arrived early, cutting through the mist on the river like a knife through wet bread, and I am not ready. The water is cold, colder than the stone of the watchtower where I sit, polishing the bronze mirror until my fingers bleed. It is the sixteenth year of my service, or perhaps the sixteenth century, time has...

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