The Distant Garden

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You wake in the cellar. The air is thick with the scent of rotting apples and old iron. You do not know how you arrived here. You do not know why you are here. You only know that the silence is heavy. It presses against your eardrums like deep water. You are a soldier. You remember the uniform. It is torn. It is stained with mud and something darker. You remember the mission. You remember the...

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