The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a cold, spectral mist that clung to the skin of Harrow Gate like a second, unwanted coat. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his workshop, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of old iron, his hands moving with a rhythmic, desperate precision over the anvil. He was striking a hinge, a simple thing, yet each blow of the...

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