The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 15:35:08 -

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Internal Order was a cathedral of mahogany and gaslight, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, aged port, and the metallic tang of officialdom. You sat at the long table, your uniform pressed to a razor’s edge, the brass buttons catching the yellow glow of the chandeliers like eyes in a darkened room. To your right sat Lord Ashworth,...

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