The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog did not roll in; it rose, thick and gray as the wool of a dead sheep, swallowing the spires of the Citadel until only the highest gargoyle remained a silhouette against the bruised sky. Inside the high, cold chamber of the Warden’s office, Elias Thorne sat alone, his hands resting on the stone table, trembling not from the chill that permeated the walls, but from a fatigue so profound...

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