The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The chandelier shatters. It does not fall; it explodes into a thousand crystals of cold, white light that rain down upon the mahogany floor. You stand in the center of the Grand Hall, your uniform straining against the tension in your chest. The silence that follows is not empty. It is heavy. It is the weight of the air before a storm breaks, thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. "Look...

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