The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell tower stood alone in the fog. It was not stone. It was bone. Captain Elias Thorne looked up. His neck ached. The fog rolled in from the sea, thick and cold. It smelled of rot. It smelled of old iron. He adjusted his grip on his sword. The hilt was worn smooth. It had seen better days. The leather was cracked. The steel was dull. He had walked for days. Or perhaps years. Time did not...

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