The Distant Garden
"Get out before the inspector’s truck turns the corner," my father whispered, his hand gripping my shoulder with a force that bruised the muscle, the grip of a man who had spent forty years keeping the soil of this place from swallowing his family whole. I looked at the cracked foundation of the garden wall, the mortar crumbling like dry skin, and understood that the Municipal Sanitation Bureau...
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