The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cold in the fjord town did not just chill the air; it froze the well, cracking the stone rim with a sound like a breaking bone. Anders Hagen stood in the rain-slicked courtyard of Blackwood Manor, his fingers white-knuckled around a letter of resignation. He was thirty-two, a seamstress by trade who had spent the last decade mending the landlord’s nets and stitching his shirts, paid by the...

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