The Distant Garden

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The thorned vine is green. It coils around your wrist. The thorns are sharp. They bite deep. Blood wells. Red. Hot. You do not pull away. You hold it. The vine is a living thing. It pulses. It breathes. You are in the room. The room is stone. The walls are cold. The air is thick. It tastes of dust. And iron. You are the Warden. You have the badge. It is heavy. It sits on your chest. It weighs...

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