The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The banquet hall of the Obsidian Palace did not smell of food. It smelled of old dust, polished stone, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that clung to the velvet curtains. The chandeliers, heavy with crystals that had lost their luster centuries ago, cast a fractured light over the long table where the High Council sat. They were dressed in robes of black silk, their faces obscured by masks...

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