The Distant Garden

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2026-08-25 04:07:15 -

The dream is always the same. A wall of red brick, high and unyielding, holding back a garden of impossible green. Then the mortar turns to powder. The stones fall, one by one, into the grey dust of Oakhaven. I wake with my hands shaking, the theodolite cold against my palm. It is Tuesday. I have until Friday to finalize the boundary map for the new community center. My hands will not stop...

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