The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 08:38:50 -

You hold the vial. It is small. Glass. Thin. Cold. Inside, the liquid is amber. It smells of iron and old paper. You are in the kitchen. The stone floor is wet. Your hands shake. The vial is your life. It is also your death. The door opens. Lord Ashworth enters. He does not knock. He never knocks. He wears black wool. It is heavy. It smells of smoke. He looks at you. He looks at the vial. He...

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