The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain. A wall of mist. Caleb stood in the center of the courtyard. Alone. He was a soldier. Or he had been. Here, rank was a ghost. He wore the uniform. The wool was thick. Heavy. It soaked with the damp air. The fabric clung to his skin like a second soul. A cold soul. The buttons were brass. Cold brass. He looked down at his hands. They trembled. Not...

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