The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Silas. The name was not spoken by a voice, but by the mud. It sucked at my left boot with a wet, tearing sound, as if the ground were trying to swallow me whole. I am Silas Vane, thirty-two years old, a border warden of the Fenlands, and I have twelve hours before the sun rises on the execution block. My brother, Elias, is in the cell below the High Court, waiting for the axe. I carry the...

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