The Distant Garden

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey curtain that blurred the stone walls of the Abbey into a single, weeping mass of moss and mortar. I stood in the center of the nave, my sword hilt slick with the condensation of the air, while the echo of the previous hour’s violence still hung in the rafters. It was a cold silence, the kind that settles after a scream has been swallowed by stone....

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