The Distant Garden

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The rain had turned the cobblestones into mirrors of black glass. I stood in the center of the courtyard, my sword drawn, the steel trembling slightly in the cold air. Around me, the Duke’s men formed a tight circle, their pikes angled inward, a forest of iron waiting for a signal. My knuckles were white on the hilt. I was not afraid. Fear is a luxury for those who have something left to lose....

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