The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged tear in the silence of the high tower. It was a sound that had no business existing in a place so still, so deeply buried beneath the roots of the world, yet there it was, shaking the dust from the rafters and rattling the teeth of everyone who heard it. Maren stood by the window, her fingers white-knuckled against the cold stone sill....

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