The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog in the port of Harrowgate was not merely weather; it was a physical weight, pressing against the glass of the station windows and seeping into the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s greatcoat. He stood by the platform’s edge, his kit bag clutched tight in one hand, his other hand resting on the silver locket that hung against his chest. It was a small, unadorned thing, but inside its...

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