The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cart wheels bit into the mud of the valley floor. Rain slicked the timber frame of the wagon. Elias held the reins. His knuckles were white. He did not look back. The village of St. Jude’s Hollow lay behind him, a smear of grey stone and smoke in the mist. It was a place of old laws. Older than the crown. Older than the church. They called it the Threshold. He was a man of numbers. A...

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