The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a sound like teeth grinding in a jaw that had forgotten how to close. Elias Thorne sat hunched in the corner, his coat damp with the rain that had plagued the border for three days. He was not a man accustomed to cold, nor to the weight of a body that felt less like his own and more like a vessel filled with wet sand. He was an engineer, or...

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