The Distant Garden

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The feast hall was thick with the smell of roasting lamb and stale ale, a humid fog that clung to the stone walls of the manor. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands wrapped around a cup of warm cider, watching my brother, Thomas, raise a goblet to the assembled lords. He was laughing, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated in my chest, and for a moment, the weight of the...

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