The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The seal is red. It is heavy. It is cold against your palm. You hold it up to the light. The wax is cracked. A spiderweb of fractures runs through the crimson heart. You do not break it. You look at the crack. You look at your hand. The wax is brittle. It will shatter. It is already shattered. You know this. You have always known this. You are the Warden. The town is Ashworth. It sits in a...

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