The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The tower stood against the gray sky like a bone protruding from the flesh of the earth. It was old. Older than the king’s line. Older than the law. Thomas stood at the base, his hands gloved in leather, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He was a mason. A builder of walls. But today, he was a builder of silence. The wind had teeth. It bit at his cloak, at his beard, at the stone dust...

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