The Distant Garden
The feast was held in the great hall of the stone keep, a place where the air tasted of damp moss and old iron, and you sat at the long table with your mother, Eleanor, who was eating with a ferocity that seemed to tear the meat from the bone with her teeth. The candles flickered, casting long, wavering shadows across the faces of the other villagers, men and women who wore their fear like a...
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