The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The air in the vault was thick with the scent of dried sage and old blood. Thomas stood still. His back pressed against the cold stone of the inner wall. The air tasted of iron. He breathed in. He breathed out. The dust motes danced in the single shaft of light that pierced the gloom from a slit above. He was a soldier. He wore the grey uniform of the Northern Guard. The fabric was coarse...

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