The Distant Garden
Chapter One "Transmission suspended. Frequency 14.2. Do not tune." I smelled the ozone before I saw the tower, a sharp, metallic tang that cut through the stagnant heat of the bog. The mud here was not like the peat we cut for fuel, thick and dark, but a grey slurry that sucked at my boots with a wet, sucking sound. Aram Gevorgyan, twelve years old and trembling, stood at the base of the iron...
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