The Distant Garden

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The feast was a wound in the fabric of the evening, a sprawling, grotesque banquet of roasted meats and blackened bread that sat heavy in the stomachs of the men of the Garrison at Oakhaven. The air inside the stone hall was thick with the smell of rendered fat and the sweeter, cloying scent of the mead that flowed like a dark river from the clay jars, yet beneath these earthly odors lay the...

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