The Distant Garden
Act I Alice Benes, twelve, held the brass key in her left shoe, the metal biting into her sole with every step along the gravel path. The humidity in the glacial valley was thick enough to rot film, a physical weight that clung to her hair and made the air taste of wet stone and old wine. She was a census enumerator’s daughter, tasked with counting souls who had already left, and she knew the...
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