The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall smelled of burnt sugar and ozone, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat and refused to rinse away. I sat at the end of a long table carved from a single piece of pale, translucent wood, holding the small, brass key in my palm. It was warm, vibrating with a low, humming frequency that I could feel in my teeth. Around me, the other guests wore suits of iridescent...

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