The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The banquet hall stretched out before me like a frozen lake, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the metallic tang of old blood that seems to permeate the stone walls of this decaying estate, a place where time does not flow but pools, stagnant and dark, in the corners of the room where the chandeliers cast their trembling, amber light over the gathered faces of those...

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