The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of ozone and old copper. You stood in the center of the vast, circular room, your feet bare against the cold marble. Around you, the chandelier hung like a frozen burst of light, its crystals catching the flickering glow of the gas lamps that lined the curved walls. It was a feast of silence. No one spoke. They only watched. The crowd was dense, a sea of...

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