The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The brass compass in Elias Thorne’s palm was cold, its needle spinning with a frantic, drunken wobble that matched the tremor in his own fingers. He sat on the edge of the cot in the outpost’s single room, the linoleum floor beneath his boots slick with a dampness that smelled of wet wool and old rust, while the fog pressed against the windowpanes like a living thing seeking entry. In his...

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