The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in the Appalachian hollows did not fall; it seeped. It was a gray, persistent weeping that turned the dirt roads into sludge and the pine needles into slick, black traps. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the woods, his boots sinking into the mire. He was a man of few words and many scars, a ranger who had spent thirty years patrolling these lines. He felt the weight of the badge on...

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