The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The stone did not merely exist; it waited. It stood in the center of the courtyard like a wound that had refused to close, a monolith of grey granite so ancient that its edges had been worn smooth by centuries of hands that no longer remembered their own names. Sir Julian Vane stood before it, his breath pluming in the air that was colder than it should have been for a summer night. He was a...

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