The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The hall was vast. Candles burned low. Shadows stretched long across the stone floor. They moved like fingers. They gripped the air. Sir Aldric stood at the head of the table. His armor was polished. It reflected the flame. It was a mirror of his own face. He did not blink. He did not breathe. The feast was over. The guests were gone. Only the echoes remained. He sat alone. The chair was cold....

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