Immediately to the east of the mesa, surrounded by a make-shift fence of rocks, the garden of poisons steamed.
Disa had managed to create piles of hot compost, and the hard work of the bacterial colonies within sent long, delicate streams of ghostly gossamer into the sky.
The gardener sat among her work, enjoying the warmth. Winter had arrived in earnest, and most of the desert was hard and jagged. Here, the ground was still soft - and smelled pleasantly of mulch in the making.
Disa had managed to create piles of hot compost, and the hard work of the bacterial colonies within sent long, delicate streams of ghostly gossamer into the sky.
The gardener sat among her work, enjoying the warmth. Winter had arrived in earnest, and most of the desert was hard and jagged. Here, the ground was still soft - and smelled pleasantly of mulch in the making.
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