The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 03:32:12 -

You stand in the mud of the courtyard, the wet earth sucking at your boots with a sound like a dying breath. It is not the mud of Kentucky, where the rain falls in soft, forgiving sheets and the air smells of pine and decay. This mud is grey, thick, and alive with a cold that penetrates the bone. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, or so the badge on your chest insists, though the badge is merely a...

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