The Distant Garden
The road to the Palace of Whispers was a ribbon of grey stone that cut through the heather, and Sir Aldric walked it with the heavy, measured pace of a man whose knees had begun to protest the weight of his armor. He was forty years old, a knight of the Royal Guard, and he carried a court order sealed in red wax that commanded the public burning of the Heretic Garden. The order was simple, and...
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