The Distant Garden

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The clock in the house of none struck four, and the sound was a physical blow against the ribs of the room. Teodoro Macías sat on the edge of the bed, the wood cold against his bare legs, watching the stone path outside where his wife’s reflection was walking. It was not a ghost, not a memory, but a localized leak, a rule of the lunar eclipse that the elders in the mining towns whispered about...

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