THE FORGOTTEN MEMORIES
THE FORGOTTEN MEMORIES The garden had no seasons. That was the first thing Silas noticed when he opened his eyes — the sky was the same pale blue it had been yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. A perpetual afternoon, lit by the soft amber glow of orbital sunlight panels. The flowers in the garden beds were the same color: white, with pale yellow centers. They looked like...
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