The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The chandeliers in the ballroom of the 4th Regimental Depot swung in slow, hypnotic arcs, casting prismatic shards of light across the polished mahogany floor. Elias Thorne stood apart from the cluster of officers, his uniform immaculate, his spine rigid as a rifle barrel. He was thirty-two, a sergeant of twelve years’ service, and in his left pocket lay the only thing that mattered: a small,...

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