The Distant Garden

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The feast begins not with the smell of roasted boar or the clinking of silver goblets, but with the sound of the ink drying on the skin, a sensation so visceral and terrifying that it overrides the hunger gnawing at the hollows of your stomach. You stand in the center of the Great Hall, a space so vast and high-ceilinged that the torchlight seems to dissolve into the darkness above, leaving you...

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