The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

You pack your tools into the leather satchel. The iron is cold. You are leaving the castle. You are leaving the court. You are leaving the smell of damp stone and old blood that clings to the walls of the throne room. The King watches you. He does not speak. He is a shadow behind the window. You look at him. He looks at the floor. You have been the King’s carpenter for ten years. You built his...

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