The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Mara woke with the taste of iron in her mouth. The air in the small cottage was thick, smelling of damp wool and woodsmoke. Outside, the fog clung to the thatched roof like a shroud. She sat up. Her hands were trembling. They were always trembling now. The hunger was a hollow thing, a beast with no teeth but a mouth that never stopped chewing. She looked at the wall. There, carved deep into the...

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