The Distant Garden

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The city was a beast of stone and rot. It breathed in the fog and exhaled the smell of wet iron. We were not supposed to be here. The gates of the Old Quarter had sealed three days prior. The bells had not rung since the sun dipped below the river line. We stood on the cobblestones, cold seeping through the soles of our boots. I looked at Julian. He looked at the sky. The sky was the color of a...

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