The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The banquet hall did not smell of food. It smelled of damp stone and old iron, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent lie. Margaret sat at the head of a table that stretched into a darkness so profound it seemed to have weight. The candles flickered, not with wind, but with a hesitation, as if the light itself was unsure of its purpose. Across from her sat her brother,...

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