The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The feast was a thing of bone and iron, set within the hollowed-out ribs of the old cathedral, where the vaulted ceiling lost itself in a perpetual, dusty twilight that seemed to press down upon the shoulders of every guest. We were the keepers of the boundary, the men who held the line between the ordered silence of the institution and the chaotic, howling dark beyond the walls, and we sat at...

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