The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The blade bit deep. It was not a clean cut. It tore through the leather bracer of Sir Elias Thorne, shredding the skin beneath. Blood, hot and thick, sprayed onto the white stone floor of the Great Hall. Elias did not cry out. He had forgotten how to make sound. His left hand, the one that had held the sword for forty years, was useless now. The fingers hung limp, dead weights attached to a...

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