The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mud at the base of the castle wall was three inches deep and smelled of rot. Sir Aldric Vane counted the hours by the angle of the sun, which was failing fast. He had been here for four days. The enemy had thrown up their siege engines on the north bank, and the air tasted of sulfur and wet iron. Aldric was thirty-two years old. He had served the Crown for twelve. He knew the value of a...

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