The Pale Garden
Chapter One Who is the traitor among the living? The question hung in the air of the tomb, heavy as the wet clay of the riverbank outside. Kwame Sani held the cracked jade mirror, its surface fractured like ice over a winter pond, reflecting a face that was no longer his own. The Pale King, a vessel for something older and hungrier, sat on the throne of bones, his eyes fixed on Kwame’s hands....
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