The Pale Garden
The letter lay on the wet cobblestones, the ink blurred by the rain into black smears. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers slick and cold, reading the words again as if they might change. "You are hereby stripped of your rank and confined to the Pale Garden until trial." It was a formal notice, printed on heavy parchment, signed by the Magistrate. Elias tucked it into his tunic. He was...
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