The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, hammering against the rusted hull of the patrol boat as it cut through the churning black water of the estuary. Sergeant Elias Thorne gripped the tiller with hands that had long since forgotten the sensation of warmth, his knuckles white against the wet wood, his body a map of scars and old bruises that throbbed in time with the engine’s diesel cough....

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