The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall was a cathedral of rotting pine and spilled wine, the air thick enough to chew, heavy with the scent of burnt tallow and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very walls, a pervasive stench that you could not escape no matter how you turned your body within the cramped, suffocating space where the chandeliers hung like rusted cages over the heads of the...

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