The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell tolled twice. It was a heavy, iron sound, like a stone dropped into a deep well. It echoed off the limestone walls of the square, shaking the dust from the eaves of the houses. Elias stood by the gate. He held the lantern. The glass was thick and green, etched with the face of a saint long forgotten. The flame inside flickered. It did not go out. It never did. "You are late, Elias,"...

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