The Distant Garden

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2026-08-17 11:06:19 -

The road is mud. It is deep, black, and sucking at your boots. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. You are late. The sun is a pale, bruised thing hanging low over the valley, offering no warmth, only a cold, watery light that makes the mud look like spilled ink. You are walking to the Garrison. You are walking to the Pot. The Pot is in the center of the square. It is a stone trough, ancient, carved...

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