The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cart wheels ground against the flinty soil of the moor, a rhythmic, grinding scream that seemed to tear at the very sinews of the horse, which stood rigid and trembling under the weight of the season’s final frost. Elias Thorne sat hunched in the driver’s seat, his fingers white-knuckled on the reins, his mind a labyrinth of calculations that had long since ceased to be about money and had...

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