The Distant Garden

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The banquet was loud. It was always loud. You sat at the edge of the long table in the stone hall, your hands wrapped around a cup of cold tea, watching the steam rise and vanish. The air smelled of roasted meat and old damp. Around you, men in coats that had seen better decades laughed. They clinked glasses. They told stories about borders that no longer existed and maps that had been redrawn...

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