The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Oakhaven, turning the grey morning into a blur of mud and shadow. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the square, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The metal was cold, a familiar weight that grounded him in the waking world. He watched the gate of the Abbey close. The iron bars groaned against the stone frame, a sound like a dying breath. He had...

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