The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The seal was a ring of iron, cold and unyielding. Elias held it in his left hand, the metal biting into his palm. He dreamed of the garden before the fire. The ivy had choked the stone walls, a green tomb for the dead. He woke with the taste of ash in his mouth. The room was small. It smelled of damp wool and old paper. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpane, a relentless, gray...

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