The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The tower stood like a broken tooth against the bruised sky of the valley. It was not a house, nor a church, but a place of keeping. A prison of stone and silence. Elias Thorne stood at the base, his boots caked in the red clay of the moors. He was old. His spine had long since forgotten its curvature, bowing under the weight of years and secrets. He held the lantern. The glass was thick, the...

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