The Distant Garden

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The morning light falls through the lattice window of the watchtower, catching the dust motes that dance in the air like tiny, silent ghosts, and you find yourself staring not at the horizon but at the small, clay pot on the sill where a single, pale green sprout has pushed its way through the soil, a fragile thing that seems to hold the weight of the entire empire in its delicate stem, and you...

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