The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog in the Highlands did not drift; it pressed. It was a physical weight against the windshield of the convoy’s lead vehicle, a grey curtain that swallowed the road ahead and erased the world beyond ten yards. Elias Thorne gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, watching the dashboard. There, nestled in the crack between the gear shift and the radio, a patch of moss had appeared...

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