The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The road into the valley did not so much end as dissolve, swallowed by a mist that tasted of iron and old rain. Captain Arthur Vane drove his carriage through the gloom with a hand that trembled only slightly, his eyes fixed on the path ahead, though the path was merely a suggestion of stone and mud. He had come to the Hollow to report for duty, a task that had seemed, when the letter arrived,...

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