The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gates of Blackwood Manor groaned open, a sound like a dying beast drawing its last breath, and you stood in the shadow of the archway, your uniform pressed tight against your ribs, the heavy fabric smelling of cold iron and old sweat. It was not a time when men wore such things, not in the way you wore them, yet the world had folded in on itself, collapsing centuries into a single,...

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