The Distant Garden

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You walk the corridor. It is long. The floor is cold. You do not know your name. You have a jar. It is glass. It is full. The liquid inside is amber. It glows faintly. It smells of iron and copper. It smells of old blood. It smells of the garden you left. You are moving. Your feet are heavy. The walls breathe. They are made of bone. They are white. They are smooth. You pass a door. It is open....

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