The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The alarm clock had counted out four hours of silence before the screaming started, and Elias Thorne woke with the taste of chalk and iron on his tongue. He lay rigid in the narrow cot of his barracks room, the ceiling fan cutting through the stale air in a slow, wooden rhythm, while the nightmare of white ash still clung to his eyelids like dried mud. He knew the drill, knew the weight of the...

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