The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The feast had not yet ended when the silence began to accumulate in the corners of the great hall, a heavy, suffocating mist that settled upon the tapestries and chilled the spines of the nobles who sat beneath the vaulted ceiling of the castle, their laughter now a brittle thing that shattered against the unyielding stone walls. I stood in the shadows, a servant to the Lord, my hands stained...

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