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Quiet Garden

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Aziel’s POV

The palace gardens were almost empty at this hour.

I sat on a stone bench beneath a tall tree, the same one I had passed many times during the day. The air was cool. Lanterns along the paths gave off a soft yellow light, just enough to see the outlines of the flower beds and the distant fountain. Most of the palace had gone quiet. Only a few guards walked the outer paths, their footsteps fading after a while.

I needed the quiet.

The day had been long. Walking through the halls with
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