The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

"You’re late, Sergeant." The voice came from the dark. It was not a shout. It was a whisper that cut through the heavy, wet air of the garden like a blade. Elias stood at the gate. The iron bars were rusted through, weeping orange tears onto the mud. Behind them, the pale garden waited. The moon was out, but it looked wrong. Too thin. A sliver of bone stuck in the sky. The trees, old elms that...

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