The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, grey breath that tasted of iron and rot, settling over the courtyard of Blackwood Manor with the weight of a shroud. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold stone wall, his left hand clamped tight against his thigh, the fingers twitching in a rhythmic, involuntary spasm that had grown worse since he arrived three days...

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