The Distant Garden

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The feast was a cacophony of clinking glass and the wet, tearing sound of meat being pulled from the bone, a symphony of hunger that had become indistinguishable from the rhythm of the rain hammering against the single, dirty window of the tavern, where old Elias Thorne sat with a plate of cold porridge that had long since congealed into a grey, stone-like mass, his fingers digging into the...

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