The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 09:15:21 -

The feast was a riot of wax and wine. Candlelight bled across the table. It pooled in the silver goblets. The air smelled of roasted goose and old stone. I sat at the end. My hands were still. I watched the wick. It dipped. It flickered. Lord Ashworth spoke. He raised his glass. The liquid caught the fire. It glowed amber. He looked at me. His eyes were wet. He smiled. A thin, pale thing. "To...

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