The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dust did not settle. It hung in the air, a suspended galaxy of grey motes that caught the weak afternoon light filtering through the high, arched windows. Elias stood in the center of the room. His knees ached. The pain was a dull, constant thrum in his bones, a reminder that he was flesh, that he was old, that the years had not been kind to him. He had come here to find the truth. He had...

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