The Distant Garden

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The orchid in the center of the obsidian table is not a plant, you realize, but a wound that has learned to bloom, its petals pulsing with a faint, arterial rhythm that syncs with the heavy, industrial thud of the steam engines churning deep beneath the palace foundations. You are standing in the Hall of Whispers, a room that smells of ozone, old dust, and the metallic tang of fear, and you are...

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