The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the low, bruised sky, a cold, persistent mist that seeped into the joints of the bones and settled deep in the marrow of the castle’s ancient stones. Sir Alistair Thorne stood at the threshold of the high gallery, his fingers curled tightly around the hilt of his sword, the leather worn smooth and dark from decades of service, and he watched...

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