The Distant Legend
The oak tree in the center of the garden did not look like it belonged to the soil, which was a dense, black loam that smelled of rotting leaves and ancient secrets, but rather like it was suspended in a void, its roots not penetrating the earth but hovering slightly above the ground as if held up by a magnetic field that no one could see or explain, and I stood there in my gray suit, the one I...
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