The Distant Garden

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You stand before the heavy oak doors of the Inquisitor’s Hall, the wood grain swirling like the trapped souls of centuries past, and you feel the weight of the iron key in your pocket not as a burden, but as a second heart, beating in a rhythm that has long since divorced itself from your own lungs. The air inside is thick with the scent of dried lavender and old parchment, a perfume of...

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