The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old dust, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the wool of your suit. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your hands folded in your lap, watching the condensation bead on the glass of cold water before you. The room was a cavern of gaslight, the chandeliers flickering with a sickly, amber pulse that cast long, wavering shadows across the...

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