The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream began with the taste of iron and old stone. Miles Wycherley stood in the center of the courtyard, his body a map of scars that did not hurt, only itched. He was a warrior, or so the villagers whispered in the shadows of the high tower where he was kept. They called him the Iron Saint, a title he had not earned through glory but through a refusal to break that had turned him into...

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