The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream was always the same, a static image of white roses blooming in a bed of ash, their petals translucent and cold. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron on his tongue, the sheets tangled around his legs like the vines he had seen in his sleep. He was thirty-two years old, a sergeant in the Royal Garrison, and for the first time in his career, he did not know where he was. The room was...

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