The Distant Garden

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The knife bit into the soft, spongy mass, and a thin line of red wept out onto the pale wood of the table. I wiped the blade on my sleeve, the motion habitual, precise, though my hand trembled with a cold that seemed to rise from the marrow of my bones. Elias lay on the cot, his breathing a wet, rattling thing, the fever that had taken our guide, old Thomas, now eating away at him. It was the...

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