The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 17:17:02 -

The armor shattered not with the clang of steel on stone, but with the silent, wet tear of silk against a bone that had forgotten how to bend. I remember the sound of my own breath, a ragged, desperate rasp in the hollow of my throat, as the mirror of my reflection fractured into a thousand jagged shards of light. We were walking through the Ashen Vale, a place where the wind did not blow but...

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