The Distant Garden

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2026-08-25 06:49:21 -

The wind had teeth, and they were gnashing at the iron railing of the watchtower. Elias stood with his back to the glass, staring into the white void where the forest should have been, his breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts that fogged and vanished before it could form words. He was thirty-four years old, a border guard with twelve years of service, and he was screaming at nothing, demanding...

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