The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The banquet hall smelled of stale wine and wet wool. Cael sat at the edge of the table. He was the lowest of the Wardens. His rank was a stain on his sleeve, a faded patch of leather that had once been bright red. Now it was the color of dried blood. He watched the other Wardens eat. They tore into roasted boar. They laughed. Their armor clinked like wind chimes. The food was gone. The cups...

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