The Pale Garden

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2026-08-17 12:00:25 -

The Pale Garden

The mud sucked at our boots. It was a black, viscous paste. We walked. The air was thick. It smelled of iron and wet wool. I checked my weapon. The mechanism was cold. My fingers were numb. I could not feel the tips. The road stretched out. It was gray. It was endless. Behind us, the city burned. The smoke was a low wall. It blocked the sun. We were moving away from it. We were moving toward...

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