The Pale Garden
The glass shattered. It was not a loud sound. It was a scream held in the teeth of the air. A thousand shards of silver and lead exploded from the center of the room, spraying the dark velvet drapes like frozen rain. Elias stood in the center of the storm. He did not move. His hands were empty. They hung at his sides, trembling, though he did not know why. The cold bit into his fingertips. The...
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