The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cellar air tasted of damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood, a flavor that coated Thomas’s tongue even as he fought to breathe through the fever that had gripped him since dawn, his hands trembling violently as he clutched the small glass vial Elara had pressed into his palm just before the steward’s men had dragged him from the bedchamber, the pale, viscous tonic inside sloshing...

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