The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The carriage wheels bit into the soft, wet earth of the moor, sending up clouds of damp mist that clung to the iron rims like the ghosts of previous travelers. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the cramped vehicle, his spine pressed against the cold wood, his hands resting on his lap with a stillness that bordered on paralysis. He was a man of letters, a scholar who had spent the better part of...

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