The Distant Garden

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Serife Kilic remembered the weight of the silver brooch before the committee’s hands ever touched it, a cold anchor against her sternum that felt less like jewelry and more like a second spine, holding her upright when the world tilted. It was the spring of the New Kingdom, the air thick with the dust of dead reeds on the Anatolian plain, and the university had grown suspicious of her work,...

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