The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

My hands were blackened with the ink of the dismissal order, the nib scratching a final, jagged line across the parchment as Lord Vane’s quill danced with a precision that felt surgical, almost cruel. I watched the ink dry, a dark stain on the grey paper, while the Lord smiled, a thin, bloodless curve of the lips that did not reach his eyes, and the silence in the chamber grew so thick it...

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