The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a breath, a sudden exhalation of heat that rose from the floorboards of the Great Hall like the ghost of a summer long forgotten. You stood at the center of the chaos, your armor dented and dark with soot, the metal singing a high, terrified note against the skin of your chest. The air was thick with the scent of burnt oak and wet wool, a cloying...

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