The Distant Garden

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The feast was loud, a cacophony of clattering silver and raised voices that drowned out the tick of the clock in the hall. I stood by the sideboard, wiping a spill from the marble with a rag that smelled of lemon oil and old sweat. Lord Vane sat at the head of the table, his face flushed with wine and the particular arrogance of a man who believed the world owed him comfort. I am Elias,...

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