The Pale Garden

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2026-08-19 07:08:35 -

The Pale Garden

The feast was not a celebration but a siege, the long oak table in the great hall of the manor stretching out before me like a grey, frozen river under a sky that had forgotten the color of blue, and I sat there, my hands trembling beneath the linen tablecloth, feeling the weight of the silence that pressed against my eardrums heavier than the stone walls that enclosed us, while the candles...

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