The Pale Garden
Chapter One "Debt: Fourteen marks. Status: Unpaid." The ink on the parchment was fresh, bleeding into the coarse fiber of the paper. I stood in the garden at eighty-four of Widow's Landing, the chill rising from the cellar door like a physical weight against my shins. My mother’s debts were due to the distant capital, and the horse doctor’s fee for the last caravan had not covered a tenth of...
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