The Distant Garden

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The iron of the halberd bit into the flesh of the enemy commander, a sound like wet tearing silk that echoed off the vaulted ceilings of the High Court, where the air was thick with the scent of stale candle wax and the metallic tang of old blood that had long since dried into the very stones, a smell that Captain Elias Thorne had learned to associate not with death, but with the heavy,...

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