The Distant Garden

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"Do you remember the taste?" Miles asked. He held a spoonful of grey sludge near his lips. The broth was thick. It smelled of rot and iron. I did not answer. I looked at the wall. The stone was old. It was wet. A single candle flickered in the corner. The flame was blue. It did not give much light. "I remember," I said. "It tasted like mud." Miles laughed. It was a short, dry sound. Like a bone...

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