The Distant Garden
The fog rolled in from the moors, thick and gray, swallowing the village of Ashwick whole. Elara walked the muddy path, her boots sinking into the wet earth. She carried a lantern. The glass was cracked. A spider web held the shards in place. She held it tight. The Council of Elders sat in the round house. Twelve men. Twelve faces like stone. The fire burned low. Shadows danced on the walls....
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