The Distant Garden

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Act I "You have no right to stand here, Grieco, not with that rust on your skin and that hunger in your belly," the High Steward said, his voice flat as a sheet of iron, dismissing the plea before Giovanni Grieco could finish the sentence. Giovanni stood at the gate of the ancient citadel, the air thick with the grit of the occupation, his fingers white-knuckled around the tarnished iron buckle...

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