The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gate groaned, a low, metallic shriek that seemed to tear the thin morning air. "You're late, Sergeant," the voice said from the shadows of the archway. It was not a shout, but a flat, hard statement, like a stone dropped into still water. Elias Thorne did not turn. He kept his eyes on the gate, on the rust that flaked off under his thumb like dried blood. "I was at the depot. They were...

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