The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

"The gate is open." Silence. Thick. Wet. The wind bit. Cold teeth. Captain Elias Thorne stared at the wood. Oak. Ancient. Rotting at the base. White. Like bone. Like ash. He did not move. His boots sank. Mud. Black. Sticky. It held his weight. It wanted to keep him. "The gate is open," the voice said again. It came from the mist. No face. No body. Just sound. Dry leaves scraping on stone. Elias...

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