The garden should not have existed.

Not here.

Not in the Imperium.

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Flowers grew between shattered marble.

Vines climbed ancient statues.

Children laughed beneath trees older than entire hive cities.

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Life.

Actual life.

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Eljara:
I don’t understand.

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Sean watched the wind move through the leaves.

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Sean:
That makes two of us.

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She looked around the sanctuary.

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Eljara:
Why build a garden?

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A long silence.

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Sean:
Because people need reminders.

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Eljara:
Of what?

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Sean watched petals drift across the stone path.

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Sean:
That survival isn’t the same thing as living.

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The answer lingered.

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Somewhere nearby a child laughed.

A rare sound in the forty-first millennium.

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The sort of thing entire civilizations forget how to create.

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Eljara:
People talk about the Emperor returning like it’s salvation.

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Sean smiled sadly.

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Sean:
People always do.

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Eljara:
You disagree?

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He looked toward a distant statue.

Not a god.

Not a corpse.

A king.

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Sean:
I think they’re asking the wrong question.

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Silence.

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Eljara:
What’s the right one?

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Sean looked across the garden.

At the flowers.

At the workers.

At the children.

At the fragile beauty hidden inside a dying empire.

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Sean:
Everybody asks what happens when the king returns.

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A pause.

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Sean:
Nobody asks what the king is returning for.

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The words settled heavily between them.

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Most stories stop too early.

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The king returns.

The darkness retreats.

The kingdom is restored.

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The end.

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Simple.

Comforting.

Wrong.

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Eljara:
Then why come back at all?

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Sean’s gaze drifted toward the stars beyond the dome.

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Sean:
Maybe not to save the kingdom.

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A pause.

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Sean:
Maybe to judge it.

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Silence.

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The Imperium had spent ten thousand years speaking in the Emperor’s name.

Fighting in his name.

Building in his name.

Killing in his name.

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What if the man behind the myth finally returned?

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What would he recognize?

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The wind carried a shower of petals through the garden.

Tiny pieces of summer.

Tiny reminders that beauty never lasts forever.

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Sean:
Arthur returns because Britain is broken.

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A pause.

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Sean:
The Fisher King heals because the land is wounded.

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Another.

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Sean:
The king in the mountain wakes because something has gone terribly wrong.

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And suddenly Eljara understood.

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The return of the king was never a reward.

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It was a warning.

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Eljara:
Do you think he’ll return?

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Sean watched a child place a flower beneath the Emperor’s statue.

A small act.

A human act.

The sort of thing civilizations are supposed to protect.

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Finally he smiled.

Small.

Hopeful.

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Sean:
I think the better question is this.

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Eljara:
What question?

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Sean never looked away from the child.

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Sean:
If the king returned tomorrow—

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A long pause.

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Sean:
would he find anything left worth saving?

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And neither of them answered.

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