The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The goblet was heavy, chipped at the rim, and cold against Elias’s palm. He stared at the condensation beading on the silver, watching it slide down in thin, erratic trails. Around him, the Great Hall of Duke Valerius roared with the clatter of plates and the wet sound of chewing meat, a feast meant to celebrate the harvest and the Duke’s renewed health. Elias did not eat. He watched the pale...

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