The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The stone of the Aethelgard Chapel did not merely stand; it breathed, a slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction that could be felt in the marrow of anyone who lingered long enough to attune themselves to its ancient, grinding pulse, a sensation that Elias Thorne had come to find both comforting and profoundly nauseating in his final, solitary vigil. He sat in the center of the nave, where the...

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