The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old iron. Caleb wiped his hands on a rag. It did not clean. It only smeared. “Are you certain?” his wife asked. Her voice was thin. A wire pulled taut. He did not look up. He polished a brass gear. The metal was cold. It bit into his skin. “Look at it,” she said. He looked. The gear was perfect. Circular. Unyielding. “I am certain,” he said. They stood in the...

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