The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

You leave the castle with the weight of the iron gate behind you. The air is thin. It tastes of frost and old stone. You walk fast. Your boots crunch on the gravel. The path is narrow. It winds up the hill. The trees are bare. They scratch the gray sky with black fingers. You do not look back. You cannot. Your eyes are fixed on the door of the stables. Your sister is there. You know she is...

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