The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall. It hovered. It hung in the air like a suspended breath, a fine gray mist that clung to the stones of the old manor. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. Wet leather. The ground was soft. Mud sucked at his heels. He did not look up. He looked at the path. The path was straight. It led to the door. The door was black. It was set into a wall of pale stone. The stone was...

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