The Distant Garden

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The cellar smells of rot and copper. You stand in the center of the room, your hands stained purple to the wrists. The jar is empty. It was full an hour ago. Now it is just glass, cracked down the middle, a wound in the dark. You look at the shards. They glitter like teeth. You are the Warden. You are the prisoner. The lines have blurred until they are indistinguishable. The Great Feast is...

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