The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mortar crumbled in Maren’s hands, the gray dust mixing with the blood that seeped from a gash on her forearm, a wound inflicted not by a sword but by the jagged edge of a shattered obsidian tablet, a relic of the Old Faith that she had been trying to grind down to dust in order to feed the starving children of the village below the cliff. The wind howled through the chasm, a sound like the...

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