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I had to piece this story together from fragments of memories—mine and theirs. I keep records of every group of people who have ever lived with me. The Moths are the fifth group in my lineage. The Islanders ended up here by chance. Members of the previous groups now lie beneath the flowers and ornamental shrubs in my gardens. I still tend to those plants to this day. Or rather, to what lies hidden beneath the soil from which they grew. It is the only thing I have left of those people. Every thirty years, I seek out new companions. Yet their fate always ends the same way—in death...

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