The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cart rattled over the cobblestones, the wheels shrieking in a discordant wail that seemed to cut the throat of the morning. Elias Thorne sat at the front, his hands white-knuckled on the reins, his eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of the town of Oakhaven. It was a place of stone and shadow, a pocket of the world that time had forgotten or perhaps refused to touch. The air was thick with...

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