The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell tolled. Not once. Not twice. But a long, continuous shudder that seemed to come from the stone itself. Sir Thomas stood in the center of the hall. His sword was drawn. The steel was black. It looked like a wound in the air. He waited. The door opened. No one entered. Only the wind. It smelled of rot. It smelled of old blood. Thomas tightened his grip. His knuckles were white. He was...

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