The Distant Garden

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Chapter One I was scraping the last of the curd from the copper basin when the crack appeared. It ran from the window frame down to the floor, splitting the linoleum like a dry riverbed. The mill outside was grinding the grain, a low, constant hum that usually meant the day was starting, but today the sound felt thinner, stretched over something empty. I wiped my hands on my apron, the grease...

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