The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The wind did not merely blow through the iron gates of the crumbling estate; it screamed, a high, thin keening that seemed to scrape the paint from the very soul of the house, while Sergeant Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the overgrown rose garden, his hand resting on the hilt of his service pistol, feeling the cold metal seep into his palm like a promise of violence that he was both...

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