The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink on the parchment had not yet dried when Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against the seal. It was a cold morning, the kind that seeps into the bones of the Old Quarter, but the air inside the Magistrate’s office was stifling, thick with the scent of beeswax and old dust. Outside, the bells of St. Jude’s were tolling the hour, a dull, rhythmic thud that seemed to vibrate in Elias’s chest,...

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