The Distant Garden
The castle did not exist in the maps of the living world, yet I have walked its corridors for what feels like a century, though the sun outside the high, arched windows has not moved from its zenith. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am a clerk of the Archives, a title that holds no weight here, for there are no books to be indexed, only stones that breathe. I serve the Lady of the House, a woman...
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