The Distant Garden

added blog Literature

2026-08-22 19:19:18 -

The oak sapling was wrapped in damp burlap, its roots exposed and black with dried mud, and Elias Thorne held it against his chest like a shield he had forgotten how to lower. The harvest feast was in full swing inside the community hall, the air thick with the smell of roasted corn and wet wool, but Elias stood by the heavy oak doors, his badge still pinned to his shirt though the metal felt...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews