The Distant Garden

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The roses were already turning black before you finished the first sentence. You stood in the center of the Inner Garden, the soil soft and damp beneath your boots, and you watched the petals curl inward like dying hands. The Chancellor stood behind you, his face a mask of polite anticipation, but you could feel his breath on your neck, cold and sharp as a blade. "Continue," he whispered. "Let...

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