The Distant Garden

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The iron gate groans in your ear, a sound like a dying horse, as you stand before the wall of the city, that ancient, unyielding masonry that has swallowed a thousand seasons and spat them out as dust. You are Edward Ashworth, though the name feels less like a label and more like a wound that has finally scabbed over, a tight, pale skin stretched over the pulsing, raw meat of your history. The...

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