The Distant Garden
The silence in the palace was not an absence of sound but a heavy, wet thing that pressed against the eardrums, a silence that Ligaya Garcia had learned to breathe through since the day her father’s lungs finally gave out in the hospital ward, a silence that now felt less like peace and more like the specific, grinding weight of a debt coming due. I remember the texture of the walls in the...
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