The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream was not of sleep, but of a garden that breathed. In the twilight of the old kingdom, where the stone walls of the Palace of Saint Aelred wept with moss and the air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and rotting lilies, Dr. Elias Thorne stood before the High Magister. He did not sleep. He did not dream. He was awake, yet his body remained a puppet of the night’s fever, his mind...

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