The Pale Garden
The iron gate shudders against its rusted hinges, a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, and you are already moving before the first scream tears through the night air. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, and you have been waiting for this moment for so long that your hands have forgotten how to be still, the cold steel of your sidearm heavy in your grip, a familiar weight that feels less like a...
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