The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The hall smelled of roasted pork and old stone, a thick, cloying sweetness that seemed to settle in the lungs like silt in a stagnant river. Commander Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his uniform pressed so sharply it looked less like clothing and more like armor, a rigid shell protecting the weary man beneath. Around him, the officers of the 14th Battalion sat in...

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