The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell rang. It was not a church bell. It was the iron clapper of the palace gate, swinging against the rusted frame. It sounded like a scream. Elias heard it. He was in the cellar. The stone walls were cold. They pressed against his back. He did not move. He was waiting. The floor shook. Dust fell from the beams. He knew the sound. He had learned it. It meant the King was coming. Or the...

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