The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The parchment lay on the cold oak desk, the ink still wet and glistening under the single tallow candle. Elias Thorne stared at the sum, the numbers blurred by the exhaustion that had settled into his bones over the last twelve hours of standing watch. Four hundred pounds. That was the debt his father had left behind, a weight heavier than the iron breastplate he wore, a legacy of cards and...

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