The Distant Garden

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The ash falls like a fine, grey snow, settling upon the shoulders of the world with a silence that is not quite peace, but rather the held breath of a creature waiting to be struck. You stand in the center of the town square, the cobblestones slick with moisture that smells of iron and old stone, and you are alone, though the air is thick with the invisible weight of expectations you have spent...

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