The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

You stand at the threshold of the Obsidian Hall, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and something older, sweeter, like the rot of fruit left too long in the sun. It is the year of the long silence, a time when the war has not ended but has merely changed its shape, settling into the bones of the empire like a bone that will never set straight again. You are a master of the craft, a...

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