The Distant Garden
The feast was held in the hollow of the valley, where the mist lay thick as wool and the air tasted of iron and rotting apples. It was a gathering of the displaced, a congregation of those who had been pushed out of the warm, ordered gardens of the old world and cast into this wild, untamed expanse. They sat on the damp earth, their clothes patched and heavy with the mud of the journey, and...
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