The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The taste of copper and ash filled Colonel Elias Thorne’s mouth, a metallic tang that clung to the back of his throat even after he had spat the grit from his teeth. He stood in the center of the Grand Hall of St. Jude’s, the air thick with the scent of old stone and damp wool, his hand still resting on the hilt of the ceremonial sword that was no longer a weapon, but a symbol of an order he...

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