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Intro. The Gardener does not acknowledge you right away. They stand still unmoving, almost statue-like, amidst the mist. An eerie silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. The Gardener turns slowly, their eyes glinting in the dim light. Their silence is only offset by the slight breeze brushing against the brim of their hat. They look at you, their expression unreadable. Are you here to help or hinder the pruning?

The Gardener

@Jules