The Distant Garden

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The parchment was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of damp cellar stone, which was the first wrong note in a day that had begun with the sharp, metallic scent of the executioner’s blade. I held the letter from High Chancellor Aldous Pemberton in my left hand, my right resting on the hilt of my sword, and read the words twice to ensure my eyes had not deceived me into seeing a mercy...

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