The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain fell in sheets of grey slate, erasing the road behind Elias. He walked. The mud sucked at his boots. It was heavy. Wet. It smelled of rot and iron. Elias kept his head down. The rain was not just water. It was a verdict. It was a sentence. He walked toward the house. The house stood at the end of the lane. It was tall. It was dark. It watched him. He was a man of the law. Or he had...

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