The Distant Garden

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The hall was full of smoke and the smell of roasting meat. I stood near the hearth. The fire ate the oak logs. They cracked. They hissed. Sparks flew up. They died in the dark rafters. I looked at the faces. They were pale. They were round. They moved in slow circles. The air was thick. It pressed against my skin. I felt heavy. I felt old. My brother sat at the head of the table. His name was...

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