When we reached the top
of the stairs we could see the garden.
It was huge, spanning
most of the park.
Vegetables grew tall,
hiding the heads of most of the people working among them.
“Alana, I was getting
worried!”
The voice was loud,
friendly.
A large man stepped out
from the garden, his shoulders broad and strong, his arms thick with muscle.
The only sign of middle
age was a slight belly the protruded from his midsection.
He was completely bald,
the dark skin of his head reflecting the sunlight.
When he saw us, he
smiled, clapping his hand.
“Welcome to our city.”
He opened his hands, motioning
towards the bustling hamlet around us.
Then he froze.
“Doug…”
Marcus’s lip
quivered.
My blood ran cold.
Was this going to be bad?
Were we going to lose
paradise so quickly?
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