The Distant Garden
The steel bit into the wet mud, and then the steel bit into the bone. Captain Elias Thorne did not see the face of the man he was killing, only the frantic, wet glisten of the sword arm that sought to pierce his own throat. He was a creature of habit and habit was a shield, and the shield was cracking. The rain in the courtyard of Blackwood Keep was not rain but a grey veil, a suffocating...
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