The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray veil that blurred the edges of the world into a soft, indistinct smear of slate and rot. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of his rented room, a space that smelled of damp wool and old paper, and watched the fog swallow the spires of the city he had fled. He had come here, to this liminal stretch of land where the...

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