The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Three hundred and twelve paces from the gate to the deep water. You count them every morning. It is the only honest arithmetic left in the Pale Garden. The mud is cold, a grey paste that sucks at your boots with a slow, deliberate hunger. You are Elias Thorne, border warden, and you are waiting for the light to change. It does not change. The fog remains a thick, white curtain, blocking the...

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