The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The banquet hall of the High Ward was not a place of light but of suffocating, amber twilight, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the slow, sweet rot of over-ripe figs, and it was here, amidst the clinking of silver goblets and the low, conspiratorial murmur of the city’s elite, that Elias Thorne stood as a statue carved from ice and old grief, his eyes fixed not on...

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