The Distant Garden
The feast was a riot of color and noise, a temporary kingdom built on rotting wood and stale beer. It was the mid-summer solstice in the valley, a place so remote the maps simply labeled it *The Gap*. The people gathered were not entirely people. Some wore the faces of men and women, but their skin had the texture of bark, or the sheen of wet slate. Others were smaller, their limbs too long,...
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