The Pale Garden
The sky over the moor did not break so much as it tore, a violent, jagged rip in the fabric of the afternoon that sent sheets of rain crashing down upon the heather and the young boy, Elias, who stood frozen in the mud with his mouth open to catch the cold water while the world around him seemed to dissolve into a gray, churning soup of dirt and despair. He was twelve years old, small for his...
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