The Distant Garden

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The light in the Hall of Whispers was the color of old bruised plums, filtering through high windows that had not been cleaned in a decade. Valerius stood before the Obsidian Mirror, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt heavier than it had when he was thirty, his knuckles swollen and stiff from the cold that seeped into the stone floor. He had come to demand the return of the...

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