The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mud in the cellar was not merely wet but sentient, a thick, sucking brown paste that clung to the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne with a tenacity that felt less like friction and more like an embrace, a cold, wet hand pulling him down into the earth while he scrambled, his fingers clawing at the slick limestone walls, his breath coming in ragged, steamy hitches that fogged the dark air...

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