The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall of the Palace of Whispers did not smell of food, but of damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had permeated the very mortar of the walls over the centuries. Commander Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long table, his uniform pressed to a severity that seemed to cut the air around him, the gold braid on his epaulets catching the flickering light of the...

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