The Distant Garden
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the stone walls of the fortress into slick, dark mirrors reflecting a sky that refused to break. You stood in the center of the courtyard, your boots sinking slightly into the mud that had gathered in the low-lying depressions of the flagstones, and you could feel the dampness seeping up through the soles, a cold,...
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