The Distant Garden
Chapter One The Black Belt stretched out under the pale, indifferent glare of the ice field, a landscape of lava stone gone to moss where the mill race had once roared but now offered only a silence that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. In the break room of the retirement village, the hum of the vending machine was the only sound that felt alive, a low, electric thrum that vibrated...
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