The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in the Hollow does not fall; it descends, a slow, viscous curtain of grey mist that tastes of iron and old stone. You are wet to the bone, the cold seeping into the marrow of your bones, a familiar ache that has become your second skin. Your boots sink into the loam, heavy with the weight of the day and the weight of the oath you swore in a room that no longer exists on any map. You...

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