The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The blood was thick. It coated my throat, a warm, metallic sludge that tasted of copper and old iron. I held my blade tight. The hilt was slick. My fingers trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the air. The chamber was vast. A cathedral of stone. The vaulted ceiling lost itself in shadow, studded with chandeliers that burned with a light that had no source. No flame....

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