The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not wash the streets clean; it merely turned the mud into a slurry that clung to the soles of boots and the hem of cloaks. Elias Vane walked through it, his stride measured and precise, a soldier’s gait that had long since ceased to be about movement and become about endurance. He carried no sword, only a leather satchel that struck his hip with a dull,...

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