The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The banquet hall smelled of roasting meat and damp wool. It was a thick, suffocating scent, the kind that clung to the back of the throat. Julian sat at the far end of the long oak table. He did not eat. He watched the candlelight flicker against the stone walls. The walls were old. Older than the kingdom, some said. Older than the language they spoke. Across the table, Lord Ashworth laughed....

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