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Caduceus circles the garden, a hand on each grave as he passes. A respectful pat and a check-in — Hey, how is your yarrow growing?
It’s the second or maybe third or fourth time he’s wandered his route through the graves, just to catch anything he’s missed. Anything… Well, anything untoward. Anything strangling or swallowing, starving other plants of nutrients or damaging the gravestones. He carries a sickle on his hip, and a fork and trowel in a hardy hemp bag tied around his waist. There’s a little more nettle to harvest. Some crocosmia to tidy. And then he’s back to where he began, and still not feeling quite right.
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caduceus ocd fic lets gooooooooooooo