The Distant Garden

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The castle stood on the hill like a broken tooth in the grey sky, its stone teeth chipped and black with age, and I sat in the mud below it, watching the rain wash the blood from my boots. It was a cold rain, the kind that finds the gaps in your clothing and settles into your bones, but I did not care about the cold. I cared only about the silence that had followed the shouting, the silence...

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