The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The great hall of the Whitmore estate did not echo; it absorbed. It was a cavern of black oak and velvet, a throat of stone that swallowed sound before it could reach the ears of the guests gathered for the solstice feast. Outside, the city of Ashford lay under a blanket of soot and snow, a medieval sprawl of timber and thatch that had grown into a dense, breathing organism of its own. Inside,...

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