The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, suspended curtain of grey water that turned the cobblestones of the keep into slick, dark mirrors. Captain Silas Thorne stood at the edge of the ramparts, his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his sword, not out of readiness, but out of a need to anchor himself to the physical world. Beside him, barely a breath’s length away, stood...

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