The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The sky did not break; it shattered. It was a sound like a giant striking a crystal bowl, a resonant hum that vibrated in the teeth and marrow of every living thing in the valley. The air turned thick, tasting of ozone and crushed violets. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the precipice of the High Watch, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had seen no blood in a decade. He was a man of...

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