The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 11:21:22 -

The soup was hot. It burned. Elara held the bowl. Her hands shook. "Drink," said the Warden. He stood by the door. He was tall. He was gray. His face was a mask of stone. Elara did not drink. She looked at the liquid. It swirled. It was thick. It smelled of iron. "Drink," he said again. His voice was flat. It was dead. "I cannot," she said. Her voice was small. It was thin. The room was white....

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