The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mud in the valley did not dry; it merely settled into a thick, grey paste that clung to the soles of their boots like a living thing, sucking at the heels with a wet, rhythmic pull that matched the thudding of their hearts. Elias stood at the edge of the tree line, his breath hitching in his chest, feeling the familiar, cold weight of his service pistol in its holster, a metal anchor in a...

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