The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old rot. I held the lantern close. Its light was a sickly yellow, trembling against the damp walls. I was hungry. My stomach was a hollow drum. I struck it with my knuckles. It did not answer. I had not eaten in three days. The hunger was a cold worm in my gut. It coiled. It tightened. It whispered to me. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a man who left. I left...

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