The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall; it hammered. It struck the wet stones of the courtyard like a drumroll, a relentless, rhythmic beating that drowned out the wind. Elias stood in the center of the mud, his boots sinking with every breath. He was alone. He had been alone for three days, since the gate had sealed behind him and the world beyond had vanished into a grey, weeping fog. He checked his belt. The...

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