Xystus
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A poem. A glass box. A voice coach. A heist.
X is for Xystus.
Why the party was being held in this particular garden mystified the voice coach. The space was cluttered with an abundance of topiary, follies, ponds both reflecting and lily, smaller trellised walkways that intersected the main xystus, three-level gazebos, colonnades in which no two columns matched, ancient statues of mythological beasts, and paths that ran from one random point to another while generally avoiding the most interesting beast statues and the most inviting gazebos.
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