The Distant Garden

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The thorn bush in the town square had grown a face. It was not a grotesque mask, nor a trick of the light that fooled the eye into seeing pareidolia in the tangled briars. No, it was a face of such startling, terrible familiarity that I nearly dropped my halberd. It was my own face, but aged, the skin parchment-thin and pulled tight over the cheekbones, the eyes hollow pits filled with a...

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