The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rotunda of Blackwood Manor smelled of wet limestone and old iron. Major Elias Thorne adjusted his cuff, the leather creaking under the strain of his wrist. He was forty-two, a man carved from duty, and he had only until dawn to secure the deed. The land held the mineral rights that his commanding officer, Colonel Halloway, demanded for the new ironworks. It was a simple transaction, or so...

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