The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the stone walls of Blackwood Priory wept a constant, cold sweat. You stood in the center of the refectory, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old wax, your hand resting on the hilt of the sword that had been yours for twenty years. It was a heavy thing, a relic of a war that had bled out of the kingdom’s memory long ago, yet it felt alive...

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