The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Three crates of dynamite. Two boxes of fuses. One broken compass. Thorne counted them again, the numbers a dry click in his head, a rhythm to keep the shaking in his hands at bay. The air on the moor smelled of wet iron and rotting heather, a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of his throat before the mist even parted to reveal the jagged edge of the Pale Garden. He was forty-two years...

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