The Distant Garden

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2026-08-17 14:10:02 -

The cart wheels groaned against the cobblestones of Highgate, a sound like a dying animal, and you knew the day was ending. You stood in the driver’s seat, your hands white-knuckled on the reins, watching the town of Ashworth slide away into the mist. Behind you, the crate was empty. It had held nothing but silence and the scent of old wood, but the weight of what had been taken from it still...

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