The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall smells of wet wool and old copper, a scent that has seeped into the plaster and the heavy velvet drapes, creating a thick, suffocating atmosphere that presses against your lungs as you sit at the far end of the long oak table, your hands resting flat on the polished wood, feeling the grain under your fingertips like a pulse that has long since stopped beating. You are here...

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