The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Elara, come here. The voice of the steward, Master Halloway, cut through the damp chill of the kitchen with the flat, dry authority of a gavel striking a wooden block, and he did not raise his head from the ledger he was balancing on the table, his quill scratching a rhythm that seemed to count down the seconds of her remaining life. He wanted the deed. He wanted it before the first frost...

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