The Observation Room

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The garden was perfect. The grass was a vibrant, impossible emerald, the air smelled of jasmine and ozone, and the sun—a gentle, golden orb—never set. It was a sanctuary of eternal spring, a paradise where pain was a forgotten language and hunger was a myth. Evan had lived in the Garden for three hundred years. He spent his days reading ancient books and walking along the shores of a...

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