The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 09:28:51 -

The banquet hall smells of roasted goose and old wax. You sit at the long oak table, your hands resting on the white linen, still and pale as milk. The other guests are laughing, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. They are the men of the city, the architects of its new skyline, the ones who hold the keys to the gates. You are the scholar, the keeper of the archives, the man who...

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