The Distant Garden

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The mud on the King’s road had turned to a grey slurry that sucked at my boots with every step, a cold, persistent weight that threatened to drag me down into the earth before I even reached the gates of the Citadel. I was thirty-four years old, and my knees ached with a dull, grinding pain that spoke of twenty years of standing watch, twenty years of breathing the damp stone air of the palace...

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