The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, persistent mist that clung to the stone walls of the keep and turned the air into a wet wool that strangled the breath from your lungs. You stood at the edge of the courtyard, your fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of your sword, the metal cold against your skin, a physical anchor in a world that had begun to dissolve into fog and memory....

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