The Distant Garden

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The mud was thick. It sucked at the boots. Elias fell. He did not scream. The noise was gone. Only the wet slap of flesh on earth. He looked up. The sky was the color of old brass. It did not blink. It did not move. It watched him. A hand reached down. Rough. Calloused. "Up, boy," the voice said. "Up and we breathe." Elias tried to move. His legs were water. His arms were lead. He could not...

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