The Distant Garden

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The silence of the quarry lake was not empty, but full of the weight of what had been removed. Morag Sempill remembered the morning the fog burned off by ten, revealing the fractured Spire of Aethelgard, a structure that mirrored her own aging body, its stone skin cracked and weeping a black, viscous fluid that smelled of iron and regret. She had stood at the base, her hands trembling not from...

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