The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-17 18:12:16 -

The blade caught the moonlight. It did not reflect. It absorbed. Sir Alaric stood in the courtyard, the iron in his hand heavy as a grave. His enemy was a man of smoke and silence, a knight without armor, a ghost with a pulse. They circled. The air was thick with the scent of wet stone and old blood. Alaric’s breath came in short, sharp bursts. He was tired. Not the tiredness of sleep, but the...

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