The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray mist that blurred the edges of the world until the horizon dissolved into a seamless expanse of wet slate. You stood at the threshold of the old stone gate, your uniform pressed and immaculate, the wool heavy with moisture that clung to your skin like a second, colder layer. You are a man of orders, of clear lines...

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