The Distant Garden

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The year was 1347, and the air in the refectory tasted of stale bread and iron. Sir Aldric, a knight of forty years, stood before the Abbot with his sword in hand, the metal cold and heavy against his palm. He did not speak. He simply held it out, a gesture of surrender that felt more like an offering of blood. The Abbot, a man whose face was a map of deep, dry wrinkles, looked at the blade and...

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