The Distant Garden

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The journey to the Spore Court was not a trip so much as a descent into a humid, fungal dark where the air tasted of copper and old rot. I walked with my companion, Silas, whose boots creaked with the dry, brittle sound of parchment tearing underfoot, a noise that had come to define his presence in my mind. We were scholars of the old texts, men who had spent decades dissecting the grammar of...

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