The Distant Garden

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Camille’s hands shook as he held the brass surveyor’s compass, the needle trembling violently against the glass. He was in the quarantine office, a damp room that smelled of brine and old paper, trying to file the death certificate for his mother, Marguerite. The fiscal year ended in three days, and if he did not submit the form, her pension would vanish into the bureaucratic void. Outside, the...

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