The Distant Garden

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The feast began with the smell of burnt honey and wet stone. It was a smell that clung to the back of the throat, sweet and rotting, a scent that belonged to the old world where gods ate bread and drank wine until their stomachs burst with light. In the cellar of the abandoned mill, beneath the creaking floorboards that had once supported the grindstones, they gathered. There were twelve of...

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