The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The feast was a lie. We ate. We drank. The hall was warm. The fire roared. My wife, Elara, sat beside me. Her hand was cold. I held it. I did not let go. "You look pale," she said. "I am fine," I said. My name is Kael. I am a soldier of the Iron Ward. We guard the Gate. The Gate is stone. It is old. It is broken. The Lord sat at the head of the table. He smiled. His teeth were white. His eyes...

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