The Distant Garden

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Clarity is a heavy thing to hold. The cellar smelled of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of the copper vials lined up on the shelf. I had been down here for three days, the silence pressing against my eardrums like a physical weight, and I was drinking again. The liquid was clear, cold, and tasted of nothing, which was the worst part. It didn't taste of rot, as Albrecht had screamed at...

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