The Distant Garden
The sword broke. It snapped clean in half. The steel clattered against the mossy stone. I dropped the pieces. I did not care. I looked at the creature. It was a stag. Or it was a man. It had antlers like twisted iron. It had eyes like old coins. It stood in the center of the ring. "You failed," it said. Its voice was dry. Like leaves crushing underfoot. "I didn't try," I said. My voice was...
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