The Distant Garden

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The mud was red. Not the brown of earth, but the thick, arterial red of blood mixed with clay. Julian stared at it. His boots sank. He pulled them free. The sound was wet. A slurp. A snap. Around him, the air was thick with the smell of ozone and copper. The sky was not a sky. It was a ceiling. A low, gray slab of concrete. It pressed down. It did not move. It did not breathe. It watched....

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