The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell tolled. It was not a sound of time. It was a sound of bone. Elias stood. His back ached. The ache was old. It lived in the marrow. He was a guard. He was a man of the wall. The cell was cold. Stone bit his skin. He wore the grey robe. It was stained. Not with dirt. With blood. Old blood. Dried rust. A door opened. Iron scraped iron. A sharp shriek. Silas entered. He was tall. His face...

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