The Distant Garden

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The iron key hangs heavy at your throat, a cold, metallic tongue that tastes of rust and old blood, swinging against the hollow of your neck with a rhythmic, skeletal clatter that drowns out the whispering of the wind through the ash trees. You are the Keeper, the lowest rung on the ladder of the Order of the Silent Watch, and your duty is not to guard the gate, but to hold the thing that opens...

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