The Distant Garden

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2026-08-20 08:58:29 -

The mist did not lift so much as it dissolved, a slow exhalation from the lungs of the valley, revealing the spires of the Citadel one by one like teeth emerging from a gums. I stood at the edge of the mossy bank, my boots sinking into the cold, wet earth, and watched the water. It was not water, not truly. It was a liquid memory, thick and silver, reflecting the sky with a fidelity that made...

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