Chapter 11 · free to read
The last Gardener grew more than he could ask. When you stop asking, you start commanding. And a command has to be fed.
Every bloom I grow runs violet. That one ran black, and it was swimming upstream.
A whole company had come for the Acre. Whoever was in my tunnels had come alone — and there was exactly one man in Vael-Duran arrogant enough for that.
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