The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The gate to the Priory was not merely a barrier of iron and stone; it was a mouth, a dark, jagged maw that swallowed the light of the afternoon and spat it back out in thin, bruised ribbons. I stood before it, my fingers trembling against the cold metal, feeling the vibration of the earth beneath my feet, a low, thrumming hum that seemed to rise from the very bedrock of the valley. Inside, the...

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