The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream is always the same. Elias is underwater, his eyes wide and fixed on the surface, the pale garden above him a blur of grey light. I wake with the taste of iron in my mouth and a cold, heavy object in my left pocket. It is a key, rusted and jagged, the kind that fits no modern lock. I am forty-two, a retired swordmaster in the town of Oakhaven, and for three years, since his funeral, I...

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