The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The frost had not yet settled on the valley floor, but it had already claimed the edges of the world. Elara stood at the threshold of the Pale Garden, her breath hanging in the air like a thin, white thread. She was thirty-four years old, and the cold felt less like weather and more like an accusation. In her hand, she clutched a leather-bound journal, its cover worn smooth by the friction of...

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