The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil that smelled of wet stone and rotting turnips, clinging to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s cloak as he watched the town’s gates close behind him. He was thirty-two years old, a man whose spine had been straightened by twenty years of service to the Crown, yet he felt a hollow ache in his chest that no amount of discipline...

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