The Distant Garden
The soldiers came for the organic matter first, not the people, and that was the first thing that told me the world had shifted on its axis. I was Elias, forty-two, a groundskeeper for the municipal park district, a job that had once meant mowing grass and now meant hiding it from the requisition officers. My wife, Mara, was dying in the apartment above the park office, her body wasting away...
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