The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 08:33:14 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of your throat. You stood by the silver tureen, your hands trembling slightly as you ladled the broth. The porcelain bowl in your palm was cracked, a hairline fracture running from the rim to the base, a secret you had hidden for years beneath a layer of gold leaf. You were the Keeper of the...

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