The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 03:30:27 -

You stand before the iron gate. It is rusted. The iron is cold. You hold your lantern. The light is weak. The wind bites. You are the Inquisitor. You seek the heretic. You seek the truth. The truth is hidden. The truth is dead. Or so you are told. The castle looms. It is stone. It is grey. It has no color. The sky above is a bruise. Purple. Swollen. You climb the stairs. Your knees ache. Your...

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