The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mud in the valley of the Blackwater River did not merely stick to our boots; it swallowed them, a thick, black slurry that smelled of rotting peat and ancient, unburied secrets. I remember the weight of it, the way it pulled at my legs with a gravity that felt personal, as if the earth itself was trying to keep us from reaching the ridge where the signal tower stood, a jagged tooth of steel...

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