The Distant Garden

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The flare gun in your right hand is hot enough to blister the skin of your palm, the brass casing already weeping grease into the dark, and you are pressing it against the wet, slick iron of the main reservoir valve, your boots slipping on a floor that feels less like concrete and more like the inside of a throat. This is the night you intended to end the lie, the night you would drain the...

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