The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The feast hall of Duke Morcant was a cavern of shadow and candlelight, the air thick with the cloying scent of roasted swan and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the velvet drapery like a second skin. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands resting on the polished wood, feeling the vibration of the Duke’s laughter travel through the grain, a sound that was less a jest and...

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