The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall. It hung. A gray, wet shroud over the valley of St. Jude’s. It clung to the stone walls of the Abbey. It slicked the cobblestones until the streets looked like old skin. Elara walked. Her boots were heavy. Mud sucked at every step. She carried a bundle. It was small. It was warm. She held it tight against her chest. The cloth was rough. It was wool. It was gray. Like the...

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