The Distant Garden

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The axe bites deep. You do not flinch. You are Margaret Holloway, and you are fighting the rot. It spreads from the roots up. A black mold. It smells of wet ash and old iron. You strike again. The wood shivers. It does not break. It refuses. You are a wise woman, or so the village says. They say you know the language of the soil. They say you can coax wheat from stone. But they do not know what...

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