The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The road was wet. It glistened under the bruised sky like a wound that would not close. I walked. My boots sank into the mud with a wet, sucking sound. Each step cost me. The air tasted of iron and rot. I was tired. So tired. The weight of the sword at my hip felt heavier than the armor on my back. I had not slept in three days. My eyes burned. The forest ahead was thick. The trees were black...

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