The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The frost came in a howl, a white tusk snapping the air before the sun could fully crest the jagged spine of the Blackwood Ridge. Captain Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger he was balancing on his knee. The leather was cracked, the ink dried into stiff ribs, and the numbers—headcounts, grain reserves, the dwindling supply of tallow—were a grim arithmetic that tasted of copper in his...

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