The Distant Garden

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The feast of the autumn solstice was a riot of candlelight and roasted boar, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and the heavy, sweet perfume of spiced wine that clung to the velvet drapes of the Great Hall. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands folded in my lap, feeling the cold dampness of the stone floor seep through my woolen trousers, a chill that had nothing to do with...

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