The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The carriage wheels bit into the gravel, a rhythmic grinding sound that seemed to scrape against the inside of Silas’s skull as he stared out the window at the receding treeline. He was not a man who traveled lightly, for he carried the weight of every silence he had ever kept, every word he had swallowed back into his throat when the moment had been too raw, too sharp, and too dangerous to...

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