The Distant Garden

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Chapter One The Norman hillsides in the dry season were a glare of polytunnels, the plastic stretching taut over the skeletal remains of the harvest, reflecting a sun that had long since stopped giving and started taking. The wind moved through the gaps in the mesh, carrying the dust of the failed grain, a fine powder that settled in the creases of the skin and the hinges of the old machinery....

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