The Pale Garden

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2026-08-19 13:25:39 -

The Pale Garden

The feast is a lie. You know it is a lie. The candles gutter in the draft, their wax pooling on the stone table like blood. You sit at the head, though you are only the keeper of the gate. Your wife, Elara, stands by the fire. She does not eat. She watches the smoke. The smoke rises. It twists. It looks like a hand reaching down from the dark rafters. You are tired. The bones in your back ache...

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