The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream was always the same, a loop of wet stone and screaming light. Elara woke with the taste of iron in her mouth, her hands trembling so violently she could not hold the cup of tea the steward had left on the nightstand. Outside the high, arched windows of the Abbey of St. Jude, the rain hammered against the glass, a rhythmic, relentless drumming that sounded like the hoofbeats of the...

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