The Pale Garden
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the heath and the sky, a liminal space where the earth seemed to dissolve into the mist. Colonel Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the sodden turf, and felt the weight of the silence pressing against his eardrums like a physical force. He was a man...
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