The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cellar door slammed shut behind Elias Thorne with a sound like a bone snapping, sealing him in the dark with the smell of damp earth and old rot. Above him, the floorboards groaned under the weight of boots that were not his own. He pressed his back against the cold brick, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps that fogged in the frigid air. The war had not ended outside; it had merely...

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