The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

"You are late, Elias. The gates have been sealed." The voice did not come from the front desk, nor from the shadows of the corridor, but seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones, a low, resonant hum that tasted of copper and cold iron. I stood in the center of the atrium, a vast, circular space where the floor was made of polished obsidian that reflected not my face, but the sky above,...

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