The Pale Garden

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2026-08-19 05:25:54 -

The Pale Garden

The hall smelled of wax and old blood. It was a scent that sat heavy on the tongue, metallic and sweet. I stood near the pillar. The stone was cold against my back. My name was Elias. Or it used to be. Here, I was just another shadow in the coat. The banquet was loud. It was always loud. The lords laughed with their mouths open. They showed their teeth. They looked like animals that had just...

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