The Distant Garden

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The silver chalice was cold, heavier than it looked, its surface a mirror that reflected not my face but the trembling shadow of the high window above. I held it with both hands, my fingers wrapped around the stem, feeling the chill seep into my bones, a twelve-year-old squire in the grim stone keep of Lord Vane, tasked with the final polishing of the vessel before the feast. The air in the...

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