The Distant Garden

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The air in the Grand Hall smells of ozone and old paper, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like the residue of a bad dream, and you stand at the foot of the obsidian staircase, your fingers trembling not from cold, which is nonexistent in this sealed, timeless chamber, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the years you have accumulated in your marrow. You are the Court Seer, the...

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