The Distant Garden

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2026-08-20 08:59:25 -

The air in the Hall of Eternal Stagnation did not move, yet it tasted of copper and wet iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat like a coin I had swallowed and could never retrieve, and I stood there, my boots sinking slightly into the floor which was not stone or wood but something soft and yielding that whispered against the soles with a sound like dry leaves rustling in a...

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