The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The gate was not so much closed as it was sealed by the weight of centuries, a massive slab of iron-bound oak that groaned under the strain of my own shoulders. I stood before it, the air thick with the scent of wet rot and ancient stone, and felt the familiar, dull ache in my left knee, a companion as loyal and unyielding as the sword at my hip. It was the only thing I owned that did not...

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