The Pale Garden
The Pale Garden was a ruin, and Teodoro Arellano was the man tasked with saving it from the mud. He stood in the nave, his boots sinking into the silt that had risen three inches since the last rain, and watched the black sap weep from the limestone arches. It was a thick, viscous fluid, smelling of iron and rot, that appeared only when the air grew damp and the stone was struck by a voice...
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