The Distant Garden

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The rain fell upon the village of Oakhaven not as water, but as a fine, grey dust that settled into the crevices of the stone walls and the folds of the travelers' coats, carrying with it the faint, metallic scent of old iron and forgotten promises. It was a season when the world seemed to hold its breath, suspended between the decay of autumn and the sterile waiting of winter, and in this...

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