The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Thorne. The name hung in the air, heavy and wet, spoken by a voice that had once been his own. Elias stood by the hearth, the heat of the fire not quite reaching his fingers, which trembled with a rhythm that had nothing to do with the cold. He watched Mara step forward, her face a mask of polite endurance, and accept the cup of wine from the magistrate. The liquid swirled in the crystal, dark...

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