The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog did not roll in. It erupted. One moment, the sky above the keep was a bruised purple, heavy with the scent of ozone and wet stone; the next, it was a wall of white, solid as bone, swallowing the world whole. Silas stood on the battlements, his hand tight on the hilt of his sword. He was not a soldier by nature. He was a gardener’s son who had worn armor for twenty years because the King...

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